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Hace 4 días · The print of Lucy's feet. And to the Bridge they came. And further there were none. Upon the lonesome Wild. That whistles in the wind. Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray, And when I cross'd the Wild, I chanc'd to see at break of day The solitary Child. No Mate, no comrade Lucy knew; She dwel.
26 de may. de 2024 · Upon a soothing scene, Age steal to his allotted nook. Contented and serene; With heart as calm as lakes that sleep, In frosty moonlight glistening; Or mountain rivers, where they creep. Along a channel smooth and deep, To their own far-off murmurs listening. William Wordsworth.
Hace 4 días · Between the tropics filled the steady sail, And blew with the same breath through days and weeks, Lengthening invisibly its weary line. Along the cloudless Main, he, in those hours. Of tiresome indolence, would often hang. Over the vessel's side, and gaze and gaze; And, while the broad blue wave and sparkling foam.
Hace 1 día · Alas for thee, bright Galaxy of Isles, Whose day departs in pomp, returns with smiles. To greet the flowers and fruitage of a land, As the sun mounts, by sea -born breezes fanned; A land whose azure mountain-tops are seats. For Gods in council, whose green vales, retreats. Fit for the shades of heroes, mingling there.
23 de may. de 2024 · William Wordsworth. Rate: (3) Poem topics:, Print This Poem, Rhyme Scheme Submit Spanish Translation Submit German Translation Submit French Translation Advance - Come Forth From Thy Tyrolean Ground Poem England, 1802 (iii) Poem>> Write your comment about The Daffodils poem by William Wordsworth.
26 de may. de 2024 · Resolution And Independence. And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters. Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run. And all the ways of men, so vain and melancholy. Dim sadness-and blind thoughts, I knew not, nor could name. Solitude, pain of heart, distress, and poverty.
Hace 6 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.
