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One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the ages...
Huge and mighty forms, that do not live
Like living men, moved slowly through the mind
By day, and were a...
Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland lass!
Source: The...
Through the turnings intricate of verse,
Present themselves as objects recognised,
In flashes, and with glory...
Will no one tell me what she sings?-
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things
And...
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.
Source: To a...
When from our better selves we have too long
Been parted by the hurrying world, and droop,
Sick of its business,...
The stars of midnight shall be dear
To her; and she shall lean her ear
In many a secret...
Characters of the great Apocalypse,
The types and symbols of Eternity,
Of first, and last, and midst, and...
The good die first,
And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust,
Burn to the...
Type of the wise who soar, but never roam;
True to the kindred points of heaven and...
Still longed for, never seen.
Source: To the Cuckoo
-- William Wordsworth, (Apr...
Three years she grew in sun and shower,
Then Nature said, 'A lovelier flower
On earth was never sown;
This...
Fair seed-time had my soul, and I grew up
Fostered alike by beauty and by fear.
Small service is true service, while it lasts.
Source: To a Child, Written in her...
Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky!
Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound?
Thrice welcome, darling of the spring!
Even yet thou art to me
No bird, but an invisible thing,
A voice, a...
O blithe new-comer! I have heard,
I hear thee and rejoice.
O cuckoo, shall I call thee bird,
Or but a...
Not in Utopia, - subterranean fields, -
Or some secreted island, Heaven knows where!
But in the very world,...
Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated.
Source: Written in March.
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