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William Wordsworth

The sky is overcast

The sky is overcast With a continuous cloud of texture close, Heavy and wan, all whitened by the Moon, Which through that veil is indistinctly seen, A dull, contracted circle, yielding light So feebly spread, that not a shadow falls, Chequering the ground–from rock, plant, tree, or tower. At length a pleasant instantaneous gleam Startles the pensive traveller while he ...

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The Female Vagrant

By Derwent’s side my Father’s cottage stood, (The Woman thus her artless story told) One field, a flock, and what the neighboring flood Supplied, to him were more than mines of gold. Light was my sleep; my days in transport roll’d: With thoughtless joy I stretch’d along the shore My father’s nets, or watched, when from the fold High o’er ...

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To The Men Of Kent

OCTOBER 1803 VANGUARD of Liberty, ye men of Kent, Ye children of a Soil that doth advance Her haughty brow against the coast of France, Now is the time to prove your hardiment! To France be words of invitation sent! They from their fields can see the countenance Of your fierce war, may ken the glittering lance And hear you ...

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The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons

HIGH on a point of rugged ground Among the wastes of Rylstone Fell Above the loftiest ridge or mound Where foresters or shepherds dwell, An edifice of warlike frame Stands single–Norton Tower its name– It fronts all quarters, and looks round O’er path and road, and plain and dell, Dark moor, and gleam of pool and stream, Upon a prospect ...

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The Passing Of The Elder Bards

THE MIGHTY Minstrel breathes no longer, Mid mouldering ruins low he lies; And death upon the braes of Yarrow Has closed the Shepherd-poet’s eyes: Nor has the rolling year twice measured, From sign to sign, its steadfast course, Since every mortal power of Coleridge Was frozen at its marvellous source; The ’rapt One, of the godlike forehead, The heaven-eyed creature ...

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THE martial courage of a day is vain

THE martial courage of a day is vain, An empty noise of death the battle’s roar, If vital hope be wanting to restore, Or fortitude be wanting to sustain, Armies or kingdoms. We have heard a strain Of triumph, how the labouring Danube bore A weight of hostile corses; drenched with gore Were the wide fields, the hamlets heaped with ...

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