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became behold birds blind bliss Book bright Castle Child Clifford Coleridge Composed Creature Cuckoo Daisies dancing dear deep delight doth dream earth face fair fear feelings Field Flower Friend gives glad grave ground hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven Highland hill hope hour human Lake land leave letter light live lonely looks Lord March matter mighty mind Mother Nature never Note once pass peace pleasure poem Poet poor praise rest seems seen side sight silent sing sleep smiles song SONNET Soul sound spirit Spring standing stanza Star strong sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought Tower Traveller trees voice walk wind Wordsworth written Yarrow young
148 psl. - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose ; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The Sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
158 psl. - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
150 psl. - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
122 psl. - Blessings be with them and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
155 psl. - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence...
167 psl. - And they that shall be of thee shall build the old waste places : thou shalt raise up the foundations of many generations ; and thou shalt be called The repairer of the breach, The restorer of paths to dwell in.
152 psl. - mid work of his own hand he lies, Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, With light upon him from his father's eyes...
157 psl. - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower...