November, 1806

gb-engwritten by William Wordsworth

.Another year!--another deadly blow!
Another mighty Empire overthrown!
And We are left, or shall be left, alone;
The last that dare to struggle with the Foe.
'Tis well! from this day forward we shall know
That in ourselves our safety must be sought;
That by our own right hands it must be wrought;
That we must stand unpropped, or be laid low.
O dastard whom such foretaste doth not cheer!
We shall exult, if they who rule the land
Be men who hold its many blessings dear,
Wise, upright, valiant; not a servile band,
Who are to judge of danger which they fear,
And honour which they do not understand.



William Wordsworth

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The Virgin

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.Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrost
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Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802

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Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
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She Was a Phantom of Delight

gb-engwritten by William Wordsworth, published on Wed 03.23.2011 at 06:23

She was a phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
A lovely Apparition, sent
To be a moment's ornament;

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Address To The Scholars Of The Village School Of ----

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I come, ye little noisy Crew,
Not long your pastime to prevent;
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