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"Five years have past; five summers, with the length."
Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey - William Wordsworth
"The landscape with the quiet of the sky, the day is come when I again repose Here under this dark sycamore and view."
Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey - William Wordsworth
While here I stand, not only with the sense of present pleasure but with the pleasing thoughts that in this moment there is life and food for future years."
Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey - William Wordsworth
"Is full of blessings."
Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey - William Wordsworth
"The child is the father of the Man."
My Heart Leaps Up - William Wordsworth
"This City now doth, like a garment wear."
Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, Sept 3, 1802 - William Wordsworth
"The river glideth at his own sweet will."
Composed upon the Westminster Bridge, Sept 3, 1802 - William Wordsworth
"Dear God! The very houses seem asleep."
Composed upon the Westinster Bridge, Sept 3, 1802 - William Wordsworth
"The holy time is as quiet as a Nun."
It Is A Beauteous Evening - William Wordsworth
"Listen! The might Being is awake."
It Is A Beauteous Evening - William Wordsworth
"Dear Child! Dear Girl! That walkest with me here."
It Is A Beauteous Evening - William Wordsworth
"Milton! Thou shouldst be livnig at ths house England hath need of thee: she s a fen of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen."
London, 1802 - William Wordsworth
"Thy soul was like a Star and dwelt apart."
London, 1802 - William Wordsworth
"though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower."
Ode: Intmiations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood - William Wordsworth
"Burst, to illumine your temestuous day."
England in 1819 - Percy Shelley