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Hace 4 días · William Wordsworth (7 April 1770 – 23 April 1850) was an English Romantic poet who, with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, helped to launch the Romantic Age in English literature with their joint publication Lyrical Ballads (1798). Wordsworth's magnum opus is generally considered to be The Prelude, a semi-autobiographical poem of his early years that ...
Hace 4 días · And hide my head where wild beasts roam. I loved my children more and more. My flock it seemed to melt away. 'They dwindled, Sir, sad sight to see! It is the last of all my flock.'. I In distant countries have I been, And yet I have not often seen A healthy man, a man full grown, Weep in the public roads, alone.
Hace 4 días · The eye reposes on a secret bridge. Half grey, half shagged with ivy to its ridge; There, bending o'er the stream, the listless swain. Lingers behind his disappearing wain. --Did Sabine grace adorn my living line, Blandusia's praise, wild stream, should yield to thine! Never shall ruthless minister of death.
Hace 5 días · There's something in a flying horse, There's something in a huge balloon; But through the clouds I'll never float. Until I have a little Boat, Shaped like the crescent-moon. And now I 'have' a little Boat, In shape a very crescent-moon. Fast through the clouds my boat can sail; But if perchance your faith should fail,
Hace 4 días · Nor is it silver of romantic Spain. But from our loved Helvellyn's depths was brought, Our own domestic mountain. Thing and thought. Mix strangely; trifles light, and partly vain, Can prop, as you have learnt, our nobler being: Yes, Lady, while about your neck is wound.
Hace 3 días · Yew-trees. There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale, Which to this day stands single, in the midst. Of its own darkness, as it stood of yore: Not loathe to furnish weapons for the Bands. Of Umfraville or Percy ere they marched. To Scotland's heaths; or those that crossed the sea. And drew their sounding bows at Azincour,
Hace 4 días · And two are gone to sea. “Two of us in the church-yard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the church-yard cottage, I. Dwell near them with my mother.”. “You say that two at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea, Yet ye are seven!-I pray you tell, Sweet Maid, how this may be.”.
