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Há 3 dias · Flung back, and; in the sky's blue caves, reborn. On with your pastime! till the church-tower bells. A greeting give of measured glee; And milder echoes from their cells. Repeat the bridal symphony. Then, or far earlier, let us rove. Where mists are breaking up or gone, And from aloft look down into a cove.
Há 4 dias · Enjoy access to more than 500 places with National Trust membership. Join today and help protect nature, beauty and history – for everyone, for ever. Join and renew. Step back to the 1770s at William Wordsworth’s childhood home, Wordsworth House and Garden, near Keswick, in Cumbria.
Há 3 dias · My heart leaps up when I behold. A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; I could wish my days to be. Bound each to each by natural piety.
Há 3 dias · Poor Robin is yet flowerless; but how gay. With his red stalks upon this sunny day! And, as his tufts of leaves he spreads, content. With a hard bed and scanty nourishment, Mixed with the green, some shine not lacking power. To rival summer 's brightest scarlet flower; And flowers they well might seem to passers-by.
Há 5 dias · And there, by fresh hopes beautified, Stood He, whose arm yet lacks the power. Of man, our youngest, fairest flower! I, by the right of eldest born, And in a second father's place, Presumed to grapple with their scorn, And meet their pity face to face; Yea, trusting in God's holy aid, I to my Father knelt and prayed;
Há 3 dias · Or whistling thro' thin grass along the unfurrowed plain. V. Long had he fancied each successive slope. Concealed some cottage, whither he might turn. And rest; but now along heaven 's darkening cope. The crows rushed by in eddies, homeward borne. Thus warned he sought some shepherd's spreading thorn.
Há 3 dias · To A Snowdrop. Lone Flower, hemmed in with snows and white as they. But hardier far, once more I see thee bend. Thy forehead, as if fearful to offend, Like an unbidden guest. Though day by day, Storms, sallying from the mountain -tops, waylay. The rising sun, and on the plains descend; Yet art thou welcome, welcome as a friend.
