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Hace 5 días · That Wordsworth wrote it at the end of his career is astonishing. The poem 's intricate triple rhyme scheme, along with his elegant and soulful diction make this poem rival anything Lord Alfred Tennyson and Edgar Allen Poe were writing at the time. William Wordsworth is a titan of English poetry and literature, and he will remain so always.
Hace 5 días · Tribute To The Memory Of The Same Dog. LIE here, without a record of thy worth, Beneath a covering of the common earth! It is not from unwillingness to praise, Or want of love, that here no Stone we raise; More thou deserv'st; but 'this' man gives to man, Brother to brother, 'this' is all we can. Yet they to whom thy virtues made thee dear.
Hace 3 días · A fountain at my fond heart 's door, Whose only business was to flow; And flow it did; not taking heed. Of its own bounty, or my need. What happy moments did I count! Blest was I then all bliss above! Now, for that consecrated fount. Of murmuring, sparkling, living love,
Hace 5 días · To A Sky-lark. Up with me! up with me into the clouds! Up with me, up with me into the clouds! That spot which seems so to thy mind! Up to thee would I fly. To thy banqueting- place in the sky. Joy and jollity be with us both! And hope for higher raptures, when life 's day is done. Up with me! up with me into the clouds!
Hace 3 días · The Egyptian Maid. While Merlin paced the Cornish sands, Forth-looking toward the rocks of Scilly, The pleased Enchanter was aware. Of a bright Ship that seemed to hang in air, Yet was she work of mortal hands, And took from men her name - The Water Lily. Soft was the wind, that landward blew; And, as the Moon, o'er some dark hill ascendant,
Hace 4 días · The Norman Boy. Served, tending a few sheep and goats, a ragged Norman Boy. Whom, one bleak winter 's day, she met upon the dreary Wild. And the poor Boy was busier still, with work of anxious heed. For covert from the keen north wind, his hands a hut had made. A thing of such materials framed, by a builder such as he.
Hace 3 días · To The Daisy (third Poem) Bright Flower! whose home is everywhere, Bold in maternal Nature 's care, And all the long year through the heir. Of joy or sorrow; Methinks that there abides in thee. Some concord with humanity, Given to no other flower I see. The forest thorough!
