Go-you may call it madness, folly; Mine be a cot beside the hill ; To A beehive's hum shall soothe my ear; A Wish. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.1 1770-1850. And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted Guilt and Sorrow. Stanza 41. food. Action is transitory a step, a blow, - The motion of a muscle - this way or that. The Borderers. Act iii. Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on, Through words and things, a dim and perilous way. Ibid. Activ. Sc. 2. The Child is father of the Man.2 My Heart Leaps Up. 1 Coleridge said to Wordsworth, "Since Milton I know of no poet with so many felicities and unforgetable lines and stanzas as you.". "- Wordsworth's Memoirs, ii. 74. 2 Compare Milton, Par. Regained, Book iv. L. 220. She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; The Sparrow's Nest. The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door. Lucy Gray. Stanza 2. A simple Child, That lightly draws its breath, We are Seven. Drink, pretty creature, drink! The Pet Lamb. Until a man might travel twelve stout miles, Or reap an acre of his neighbour's corn. The Brothers. Sweet childish days, that were as long To a Butterfly. A noticeable Man with large gray eyes. Stanzas written in Thomson. She dwelt among the untrodden ways A maid whom there were none to praise She dwelt among the untrodden ways. A violet by a mossy stone Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. Ibid She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and oh! The difference to me! She dwelt among the untrodden ways. A Briton, even in love, should be Ere with cold beads of midnight dew. True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Till heart with heart in concord beats, Minds that have nothing to confer Find little to perceive. To Yes! thou art fair. That kill the bloom before its time; And blanch, without the owner's crime, The most resplendent hair. Lament of Mary Queen of Scots. The bane of all that dread the Devil. The Idiot Boy. Something between a hindrance and a help. Lady of the Mere, Michael. Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance. A Narrow Girdle of Rough Stones. But He is risen, a later star of dawn. A Morning Exercise. Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark. Oft on the dappled turf at ease I sit, and play with similes, Loose types of things through all degrees. Often have I sighed to measure By myself a lonely pleasure, Only read, perhaps, by me. Ibid. To the Small Celandine. O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering voice? To the Cuckoo. One of those heavenly days that cannot die. She was a Phantom of delight Nutting. When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament. She was a phantom of delight. But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn. Ibid. A Creature not too bright or good Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. She was a phantom of delight. The reason firm, the temperate will, The stars of midnight shall be dear In many a secret place Ibid. Where rivulets dance their wayward round, That inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude. I wandered lonely. The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one! Written in March. A Youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven. Ruth. As high as we have mounted in delight Resolution and Independence. Stanza 4. |