Most Sweet It Is With Unuplifted Eyes is a poem composed by William Wordsworth. Most Sweet It Is With Unuplifted Eyes Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes To pace the ground, if path be there or none, While a fair region round the traveller lies Which he forbears again to look upon; Pleased rather …
We Are Seven is a poem composed by William Wordsworth. We Are Seven —A simple child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death?I met a little cottage girl: She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That …
She Dwelt Among The Untrodden Ways is a poem composed by William Wordsworth. She Dwelt Among The Untrodden Ways She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love:A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! —Fair as …
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! …
