By William Wordsworth. There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,. Apparelled in celestial light,. The glory and the freshness of a dream.
Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
The things which I have seen I now can see no more. Look round her when the heavens are bare,. That there hath past away a glory from the earth. Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song,. A timely utterance gave that thought relief,.
The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep;. No more shall grief of mine the season wrong;. I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng,. The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep,. Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd-boy. The fulness of your bliss, I feel—I feel it all. Oh evil day!
Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
While Earth herself is adorning,. In a thousand valleys far and wide,. Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm,. I hear, I hear, with joy I hear! Both of them speak of something that is gone;. The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,. Hath had elsewhere its setting,. But he beholds the light, and whence it flows,. Must travel, still is Nature's Priest,. Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own;.
And, even with something of a Mother's mind,. The homely Nurse doth all she can. Forget the glories he hath known,. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses,.
Alms for Oblivion: Shades of The Prison House
See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies,. See, at his feet, some little plan or chart,. And this hath now his heart,. And unto this he frames his song:. Then will he fit his tongue. Filling from time to time his "humorous stage".
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That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep,. On whom those truths do rest,. In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave;. Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might. Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height,. Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke. Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife?
Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight,. The thought of our past years in me doth breed.
With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast:—. The song of thanks and praise. But for those obstinate questionings. High instincts before which our mortal Nature. Published by Foxbury, Used Condition: Near Fine Hardcover.
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