William Wordsworth Poems

--------A Simple Child,
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death?
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The sun is couched, the sea-fowl gone to rest,
And the wild storm hath somewhere found a nest;
Air slumbers--wave with wave no longer strives,
Only a heaving of the deep survives,
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The cock is crowing,
The stream is flowing,
The small birds twitter,
The lake doth glitter
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AMONG the dwellings framed by birds
In field or forest with nice care,
Is none that with the little Wren's
In snugness may compare.
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FANCY, who leads the pastimes of the glad,
Full oft is pleased a wayward dart to throw;
Sending sad shadows after things not sad,
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There is an Eminence,--of these our hills
The last that parleys with the setting sun;
We can behold it from our orchard-seat;
And, when at evening we pursue out walk
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A pen--to register; a key--
That winds through secret wards
Are well assigned to Memory
By allegoric Bards.
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. A poet! - He hath put his heart to school,
Nor dares to move unpropped upon the staff
Which art hath lodged within his hand- must laugh
By precept only, and shed tears by rule.
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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
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Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray:
And, when I crossed the wild,
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