A lane of Yellow led the eye (1650) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. A lane of Yellow led the eye (1650) A lane of Yellow led the eye Unto a purple wood Whose soft inhabitants to be Surpasses solitude If Bird the silence contradict Or flower presume to show In that low summer …
William Wordsworth was born on April 7, 1770, in Cockermouth, Cumberland, England. Wordsworth’s mother died when he was 7, and he was an orphan at 13. Despite these losses, he did well at Hawkshead Grammar School — where he wrote his first poetry — and went on to study at Cambridge University. William Wordsworth was …
To A Butterfly is a poem composed by William Wordsworth. To A Butterfly I’ve watched you now a full half hour Self-poised upon that yellow flower; And, little Butterfly! indeed I know not if you sleep or feed. How motionless!-not frozen seas More motionless!-and then What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you …
Laodamia is a poem composed by William Wordsworth. Laodamia “With sacrifice before the rising morn Vows have I made by fruitless hope inspired; And from the infernal Gods, ‘mid shades forlorn Of night, my slaughtered Lord have I required: Celestial pity I again implore;— Restore him to my sight—great Jove, restore!”So speaking, and by fervent …
The Excursion, 1814 is a poem composed by William Wordsworth. The Excursion, 1814 Meanwhile, at social Industry’s command How quick, how vast an increase. From the germ Of some poor hamlet, rapidly produced Here a huge town, continuous and compact Hiding the face of earth for leagues – and there, Where not a habitation stood …
Lucy Gray (Solitude) is a poem composed by William Wordsworth. Lucy Gray (or Solitude) Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray, And when I cross’d the Wild, I chanc’d to see at break of day The solitary Child.No Mate, no comrade Lucy knew; She dwelt on a wild Moor, The sweetest Thing that ever grew …
London, 1802 is a poem composed by William Wordsworth. London, 1802 Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish …
Elegiac Stanzas is a poem composed by William Wordsworth. Elegiac Stanzas I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile! Four summer weeks I dwelt in sight of thee: I saw thee every day; and all the while Thy Form was sleeping on a glassy sea.So pure the sky, so quiet was the air! So like, …
The Reverie of Poor Susan is a poem composed by William Wordsworth. The Reverie of Poor Susan At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears, Hangs a Thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years: Poor Susan has passed by the spot, and has heard In the silence of morning the song …
The Prelude is a poem composed by William Wordsworth. The Prelude One evening (surely I was led by her) I went alone into a Shepherd’s Boat, A Skiff that to a Willow tree was tied Within a rocky Cave, its usual home. ‘Twas by the shores of Patterdale, a Vale Wherein I was a Stranger, …
