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  1. Hace 3 días · The sweetest thing that ever grew. Beside a human door! You yet may spy the fawn at play, The hare upon the green; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray. Will never more be seen. "To-night will be a stormy night. You to the town must go; And take a lantern, Child, to light.

  2. Hace 4 días · To A Butterfly. I know not if you sleep or feed. And calls you forth again! Here lodge as in a sanctuary! Sit near us on the bough! As twenty days are now. I've watched you now a full half hour Self-poised upon that yellow flower; And, little Butterfly! indeed I know not if you sleep or feed. How motionless!-not.

  3. Hace 3 días · My father's family! Oh! pleasant, pleasant were the days, D. The time, when, in our childish plays, D. My sister Emmeline and I E. Together chased the butterfly! A very hunter did I rush F. Upon the prey:---with leaps and spring X. I followed on from brake to bush; X. But she, God love her, feared to brush F.

  4. Hace 2 días · That there was ever intercourse. Between the living and the dead; For, surely, then I should have sight. Of him I wait for day and night, With love and longings infinite. X. My apprehensions come in crowds; I dread the rustling of the grass; The very shadows of the clouds.

  5. Hace 2 días · Influence Of Natural Objects. Wisdom and Spirit of the universe! Thou Soul, that art the Eternity of thought! And giv'st to forms and images a breath. And everlasting motion! not in vain, By day or star- light, thus from my first dawn. Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me. The passions that build up our human soul;

  6. Hace 4 días · There's more in words than I can teach: Yet listen, Child!I would not preach; But only give some plain directions To guide your speech and your affections. Say not you 'love' a roasted fowl, But you may love a screaming owl.

  7. 29 de may. de 2024 · Enjoy access to more than 500 places with National Trust membership. Join today and help protect nature, beauty and history – for everyone, for ever. Join and renew. Step back to the 1770s at William Wordsworth’s childhood home, Wordsworth House and Garden, near Keswick, in Cumbria.