More from William Wordsworth

  1. The light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the poet's dream.
  2. Thou, while thy babes around thee cling, Shalt show us how divine a thing A Woman may be made.
  3. Oft on the dappled turf at ease I sit, and play with similes, Loose types of things through all degrees.
  4. But an old age serene and bright, And lovely as a Lapland night, Shall lead thee to thy grave.
  5. Thou unassuming Common-place Of Nature, with that homely face, And yet with something of a grace, Which Love makes for thee!
  6. Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, Mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there One of a mig…
  7. No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery.
  8. Is there not An art, a music, and a stream of words That shalt be life, the acknowledged voice of life?

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