Behold, within the leafy shade,
Those bright blue eggs together laid!
On me the chance-discovered sight
Gleamed like a vision of delight.
I started---seeming to espy
The home and sheltered bed,
The Sparrow's dwelling, which, hard by
My Father' house, in wet or dry
My sister Emmeline and I
She looked at it and seemed to fear it;
Dreading, tho' wishing, to be near it:
Such heart was in her, being then
A little Prattler among men.
The Blessing of my later year
Was with me when a boy:
She gave me eyes, she gave me ears;
And humble care, and delicate fears;
A heart, the fountain of sweet tears;
And love, and thought, and joy.
written by William Wordsworth, published on Sun 11.07.2010 at 13:54
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour;
England hath need of thee: she is a fen
written by William Wordsworth, published on Tue 11.02.2010 at 10:21
The little hedgerow birds,
That peck along the roads, regard him not.
He travels on, and in his face, his step,
written by William Wordsworth, published on Fri 10.22.2010 at 15:02
.A poet!--He hath put his heart to school,
Nor dares to move unpropped upon the staff
written by William Wordsworth, published on Thu 10.21.2010 at 03:08
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
written by William Wordsworth, published on Sun 10.10.2010 at 18:42
Three years she grew in sun and shower,
Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower
On earth was never sown;