It is a Beauteous Evening, Calm and Free is a poem composed by William Wordsworth. It is a Beauteous Evening, Calm and Free It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquility; The gentleness of heaven …
The Sun Has Long Been Set is a poem composed by William Wordsworth. The Sun Has Long Been Set The sun has long been set, The stars are out by twos and threes, The little birds are piping yet Among the bushes and trees; There’s a cuckoo, and one or two thrushes, And a far-off …
On Seeing a Tuft of Snowdrops in a Storm is a poem composed by William Wordsworth. On Seeing a Tuft of Snowdrops in a Storm When haughty expectations prostrate lie, And grandeur crouches like a guilty thing, Oft shall the lowly weak, till nature bring Mature release, in fair society Survive, and Fortune’s utmost anger …
The Solitary Reaper is a poem composed by William Wordsworth. The Solitary Reaper 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, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the …
I wandered lonely as a Cloud is a poem composed by William Wordsworth. I wandered lonely as a Cloud I wandered lonely as a Cloud That floats on high o’er Vales and Hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden Daffodils; Beside the Lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing …
Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood is a poem composed by William Wordsworth. Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness …
The World Is Too Much With Us is a poem by William Wordsworth. The World Is Too Much With Us The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers; Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! …
My Heart Leaps Up is a poem composed by William Wordsworth. My Heart Leaps Up 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 …
XXIX (Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind) is a poem composed by William Wordsworth. XXIX (Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind) Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind I turned to share the transport—Oh! with whom But Thee, deep buried in the silent Tomb, That spot which no vicissitude can find? Love, faithful love, recalled thee …
Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802 is a poem composed by William Wordsworth. Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802 Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The …
