No motion has she now, no force; THE NIGHTINGALE By William Wordsworth NIGHTINGALE! thou surely art A creature of a " fiery heart": pierce and pierce; they Tumultuous harmony and fierce! Had helped thee to a Valentine; I heard a Stock-dove sing or say He did not cease; but cooed - and cooed; the song for me! TO A SKYLARK By William Wordsworth P with me! up with me into the clouds ! For thy song, Lark, is strong; Up with me, up with me into the clouds! Singing, singing, With clouds and sky about thee ringing, Lift me, guide me, till I find That spot which seems so to thy mind! I have walked through wildernesses dreary, Had I now the wings of a Faery, Up to thee would I fly. There's madness about thee, and joy divine Lift me, guide me, high and high Joyous as morning, Thou art laughing and scorning; Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest, Happy, happy Liver, With a soul as strong as a mountain river, Alas! my journey, rugged and uneven, TINTERN ABBEY By William Wordsworth HAVE learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy And the blue sky, and in the mind of man : All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world TO THE CUCKOO By William Wordsworth BLITHE New-comer! I have heard, I hear thee and rejoice. O Cuckoo ! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, Though babbling only to the Vale, Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! No Bird, but an invisible thing, The same whom in my school-boy days Which made me look a thousand ways To seek thee did I often rove And I can listen to thee yet; O blessed Bird! the earth we pace Again appears to be An unsubstantial, faery place, That is fit home for Thee! |