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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth

The Rainbow

My heart leaps up when I behold
        A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
       Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.

(1802)

#English #Romanticism #XIXCentury #XVIIICentury

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Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain…
IX. Address to Kilchurn Castle, Upon Loch Awe

CHILD of loud—throated War! the… Roars in thy hearing; but thy hour… Is come, and thou art silent in th… Save when the wind sweeps by and s… Ambiguous, neither wholly thine no…
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Upon Perusing the Forgoing Epistle Thirty Years After Its Composition

SOON did he Almighty Giver of a… Take those dear young Ones to a f… And in Death’s arms has long repo… For whom this simple Register was… Thanks to the moth that spared it…
Even as a Dragon’s Eye That Feels the Stress

EVEN as a dragon’s eye that feel… Of a bedimming sleep, or as a lamp Suddenly glaring through sepulchra… So burns yon Taper 'mid a black r… Of mountains, silent, dreary, moti…
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Nuns Fret Not at Their Convent’s Narrow Room

Nuns fret not at their convent’s n… And hermits are contented with the… And students with their pensive ci… Maids at the wheel, the weaver at… Sit blithe and happy; bees that so…
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From low to high doth dissolution… And sink from high to low, along a… Of awful notes, whose concord shal… A musical but melancholy chime, Which they can hear who meddle not…
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