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12 de mai. de 2024 · About the poet William Wordsworth. William Wordsworth (1770-1850) was a romantic poet. He wrote poetry with full of imagery, usually based around the natural world. His poetry is mostly subjective like other romantic poets. He lived during the era of French Revolution which he supported at start but became against later on.
Há 3 dias · Descriptive Sketches. Were there, below, a spot of holy ground. Where from distress a refuge might be found, And solitude prepare the soul for heaven; Sure, nature's God that spot to man had given. Where falls the purple morning far and wide. In flakes of light upon the mountain side; Where with loud voice the power of water shakes.
25 de mai. de 2024 · Fancy And Tradition. The Lovers took within this ancient grove. Their last embrace; beside those crystal springs. The Hermit saw the Angel spread his wings. For instant flight; the Sage in yon alcove. Sate musing; on that hill the Bard would rove, Not mute, where now the linnet only sings: Thus everywhere to truth Tradition clings,
Há 1 dia · He, in disgust, turned from the neighbouring sea. To shun the memory of a listless life. That hung between two callings. May no strife. More hurtful here beset him, doomed though free, Self-doomed, to worse inaction, till his eye. Shrink from the daily sight of earth and sky! William Wordsworth. Rate:
Há 4 dias · We might have made a kindly bed of heath, And thankfully there rested side by side. Wrapped in our cloaks, and, with recruited strength, Have hailed the morning sun. But cheerily, Father,, That staff of yours, I could almost have heart. To fling't away from you: you make no use.
Há 5 dias · Between the tropics filled the steady sail, And blew with the same breath through days and weeks, Lengthening invisibly its weary line. Along the cloudless Main, he, in those hours. Of tiresome indolence, would often hang. Over the vessel's side, and gaze and gaze; And, while the broad blue wave and sparkling foam.
Há 5 dias · She Was A Phantom Of Delight. She was a Phantom of delight. When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent. To be a moment 's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn. From May- time and the cheerful Dawn;
