written by William WordsworthThere is an Eminence,--of these our hills
The last that parleys with the setting sun;
We can behold it from our orchard-seat;
And, when at evening we pursue out walk
Along the public way, this Peak, so high
Above us, and so distant in its height,
Is visible; and often seems to send
Its own deep quiet to restore our hearts.
The meteors make of it a favourite haunt:
The star of Jove, so beautiful and large
In the mid heavens, is never half so fair
As when he shines above it. 'Tis in truth
The loneliest place we have among the clouds.
And She who dwells with me, whom I have loved
With such communion, that no place on earth
Can ever be a solitude to me,
Hath to this lonely Summit given my Name.
William Wordsworth
written by William Wordsworth, published on Sat 11.12.2011 at 06:53
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;
written by William Wordsworth, published on Tue 11.01.2011 at 00:30
I saw an aged Beggar in my walk;
And he was seated, by the highway side,
On a low structure of rude masonry
written by William Wordsworth, published on Tue 10.18.2011 at 18:22
I HEARD a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
written by William Wordsworth, published on Tue 10.04.2011 at 20:05
.Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense,
With ill-matched aims the Architect who planned--
written by William Wordsworth, published on Sun 10.02.2011 at 03:06
Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room;
And hermits are contented with their cells;
written by William Wordsworth, published on Mon 09.19.2011 at 21:55
.Oh! pleasant exercise of hope and joy!
For mighty were the auxiliars which then stood
