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A poem by William Wordsworth: Forsaken, The

Forsaken, The The peace which other seek they find; The heaviest storms not longet last; Heaven grants even to the guiltiest mind An amnesty for what is past; When will my sentence be reversed? I only pray to know the …

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A poem by William Wordsworth: Foresight

Foresight That is work of waste and ruin– Do as Charles and I are doing! Strawberry-blossoms, one and all, We must spare them–here are many: Look at it–the flower is small, Small and low, though fair as any: Do not …

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A poem by William Wordsworth: England v

  England v WHEN I have borne in memory what has tamed Great Nations, how ennobling thoughts depart When men change swords for ledgers, and desert The student’s bower for gold, some fears unnamed I had, my Country!–am I to …

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A poem by William Wordsworth: England iv

  England iv IT is not to be thought of that the flood Of British freedom, which, to the open sea Of the world’s praise, from dark antiquity Hath flow’d, ‘with pomp of waters, unwithstood,’ Roused though it be full …

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A poem by William Wordsworth: England iii

  England iii GREAT men have been among us; hands that penn’d And tongues that utter’d wisdom–better none: The later Sidney, Marvel, Harrington, Young Vane, and others who call’d Milton friend. These moralists could act and comprehend: They knew how …

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A poem by William Wordsworth: England ii

  England ii MILTON! thou shouldst be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English …

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A poem by William Wordsworth: England i

  England i O FRIEND! I know not which way I must look For comfort, being, as I am, opprest, To think that now our life is only drest For show; mean handy-work of craftsman, cook, Or groom!–We must run …

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A poem by William Wordsworth: Ellen Irwin

  Ellen Irwin Fair Ellen Irwin, when she sate Upon the braes of Kirtle, Was lovely as a Grecian maid Adorned with wreaths of myrtle; Young Adam Bruce beside her lay, And there did they beguile the day With love …

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A poem by William Wordsworth: Elegiac Stanzas

  Elegiac Stanzas Lulled by the sound of pastoral bells, Rude Nature’s Pilgrims did we go, From the dread summit of the Queen Of mountains, through a deep ravine, Where, in her holy chapel, dwells “Our Lady of the Snow.” …

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A poem by William Wordsworth: Dion

  Dion . See Plutarch. Serene, and fitted to embrace, Where’er he turned, a swan-like grace Of haughtiness without pretence, And to unfold a still magnificence, Was princely Dion, in the power And beauty of his happier hour. And what …

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A poem by William Wordsworth : Desideria

  Desideria Surprised by joy–impatient as the Wind I turned to share the transport–O! with whom But Thee, deep buried in the silent tomb, That spot which no vicissitude can find? Love, faithful love, recall’d thee to my mind– But …

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A poem by William Wordsworth : Daffodils

  Daffodils I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the …

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