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William Wordsworth

Composed by the Side of Grasmere Lake 1806

CLOUDS, lingering yet, extend in solid bars
Through the grey west; and lo! these waters, steeled
By breezeless air to smoothest polish, yield
A vivid repetition of the stars;
Jove, Venus, and the ruddy crest of Mars
Amid his fellows beauteously revealed
At happy distance from earth’s groaning field,
Where ruthless mortals wage incessant wars.
Is it a mirror?—or the nether Sphere
Opening to view the abyss in which she feeds
Her own calm fires?—But list! a voice is near;
Great Pan himself low—whispering through the reeds,
‘Be thankful, thou; for, if unholy deeds
Ravage the world, tranquillity is here!’

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Otras obras de William Wordsworth...
Written in March

The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter The green field sleeps in the sun;
By Moscow Self-Devoted to a Blaze

By Moscow self—devoted to a blaze Of dreadful sacrifice, by Russian… Lavished in fight with desperate h… The unfeeling Elements no claim s… To rob our Human—nature of just p…
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The Rainbow

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,
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Sonnets from the River Duddon: Sonnet II

Child of the clouds! remote from e… Of sordid industry thy lot is cast… Thine are the honours of the lofty… Not seldom, when with heat the val… Thy hand—maid Frost with spangled…
O Nightingale! Thou Surely Art

O Nightingale! thou surely art A creature of a “fiery heart”:— These notes of thine—they pierce a… Tumultuous harmony and fierce! Thou sing’st as if the God of win…
Resolution and Independence

There was a roaring in the wind al… The rain came heavily and fell in… But now the sun is rising calm and… The birds are singing in the dista… Over his own sweet voice the Stoc…
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Methought I Saw the Footsteps of a Throne

METHOUGHT I saw the footsteps… Which mists and vapours from mine… Nor view of who might sit thereon… But all the steps and ground about… With sights the ruefullest that fl…
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Minstrels

The minstrels played their Christ… To—night beneath my cottage—eaves; While, smitten by a lofty moon, The encircling laurels, thick with… Gave back a rich and dazzling shee…
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Composed During a Storm

One who was suffering tumult in hi… Yet failed to seek the sure relief… Went forth—his course surrendering… Of the fierce wind, while mid—day… Insidiously, untimely thunders gro…
Vaudracour and Julia

O HAPPY time of youthful lovers… My story may begin) O balmy time, In which a love—knot on a lady’s b… Is fairer than the fairest star in… To such inheritance of blessed fan…
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It Is No Spirit Who From Heaven Hath Flown

IT is no Spirit who from heaven h… And is descending on his embassy; Nor Traveller gone from earth the… ‘Tis Hesperus—there he stands wit… First admonition that the sun is d…
Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey

Five years have past; five summers… Of five long winters! and again I… These waters, rolling from their m… With a soft inland murmur.—Once a… Do I behold these steep and lofty…
After-Thought

I thought of Thee, my partner and… As being past away.—Vain sympathi… For, backward, Duddon! as I cast… I see what was, and is, and will a… Still glides the Stream, and shal…
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Written in Early Spring

I heard a thousand blended notes While in a grove I sat reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant t… Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link
To the Supreme Being From the Italian of Michael Angelo

THE prayers I make will then be… If Thou the spirit give by which… My unassisted heart is barren clay… That of its native self can nothin… Of good and pious works thou art t…



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