WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. 1770-1850. AND homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted Guilt and Sorrow. Stanza 41. food. Until a man might travel twelve stout miles, Sweet childish days, that were as long A noticeable man, with large gray eyes. And he is oft the wisest man, Who is not wise at all. The Brothers. To a Butterfly. Stanzas written in Thomson. The Oak and the Broom. *The childhood shows the man As morning shows the day.-MILTON. Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 220. She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and oh! The difference to me! Ibid. Ibid. Minds that have nothing to confer Find little to perceive. Poems founded on the Affections. xvi. The bane of all that dread the devil. The Idiot Boy. Something between a hinderance and a help. Michael. But He is risen, a later star of dawn. A Morning Exercise. Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark. Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, The music in my heart I bore, Ibid. The Solitary Reaper. Ibid. Because the good old rule Sufficeth them, the simple plan, That they should take who have the power, Rob Roy's Grave. Stanza 9. The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Yarrow Unvisited. Men are we, and must grieve when even the Shade Of that which once was great is passed away. Sonnets to National Independence and Liberty. Parti. vi. Thou hast left behind Powers that will work for thee,-air, earth, and skies; Ibid. Part i. viii. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart. Ibid. Part i. xiv. So didst thou travel on life's common way, Ibid. We must be free or die, who speak the tongue Part i. xvi. One of those heavenly days that cannot die. Nutting. But all things else about her drawn From Maytime and the cheerful Dawn. She was a Phantom of Delight. A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. She was a Phantom of Delight. A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command. We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, Thou unassuming Commonplace Of Nature. That inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude. Ibid. To the Daisy. To the same Flower. I wandered Lonely. A youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven. I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, Rath. Resolution and Independence. Stanza 7. 'A jolly place,' said he, ' in times of old! Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart. That best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts That blessed mood, In which the burden of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Tintern Abbey. Ibid. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm |