William Wordsworth Poem Poems

If from the public way you turn your steps
Up the tumultuous brook of Greenhead Ghyll,
You will suppose that with an upright path
Your feet must struggle; in such bold ascent
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The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink;
I heard a voice; it said, "Drink, pretty creature, drink!"
And, looking o'er the hedge, before me I espied
A snow-white mountain-lamb with a Maiden at its side.
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I

His simple truths did Andrew glean
Beside the babbling rills;
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DEAR native regions, I foretell,
From what I feel at this farewell,
That, wheresoe'er my steps may tend,
And whensoe'er my course shall end,
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"Her divine skill taught me this,
That from every thing I saw
I could some instruction draw,
And raise pleasure to the height
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Upon Hearing Of The Death Of The Late Vicar Of Kendal

TO public notice, with reluctance strong,
Did I deliver this unfinished Song;
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With little here to do or see
Of things that in the great world be,
Daisy! again I talk to thee,
For thou art worthy,
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Bright Flower! whose home is everywhere,
Bold in maternal Nature's care,
And all the long year through the heir
Of joy or sorrow;
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Sweet Flower! belike one day to have
A place upon thy Poet's grave,
I welcome thee once more:
But He, who was on land, at sea,
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