'Tis Said, That Some Have Died for Love, by William Wordsworth
'Tis said, that some have died for love:
And here and there a church-yard grave is found
In t...
'Tis said, that some have died for love:
And here and there a church-yard grave is found
In t...
O blithe New-comer! I have heard,
I hear thee and rejoice.
O Cuckoo! Shall I call thee Bird,
...
It is the first mild day of March:
Each minute sweeter than before
The redbreast sings from th...
Our walk was far among the ancient trees:
There was no road, nor any woodman's path;
But a t...
Amid the smoke of cities did you pass
The time of early youth; and there you learned,
From yea...
O thou! Whose fancies from afar are brought;
Who of thy words dost make a mock apparel,
And f...
Up with me! Up with me into the clouds!
For thy song, Lark, is strong;
Up with me, up with ...
Let thy wheel-barrow alone
Wherefore, Sexton, piling still
In thy bone-house bone on bone?
'...
Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower
Of beauty is thy earthly dower!
Twice seven consenting year...
I've watch'd you now a full half-hour,
Self-poised upon that yellow flower;
And, little Butt...
Stay near medo not take thy flight!
A little longer stay in sight!
Much converse do I find in t...
"What, you are stepping westward?"" Yea."
'Twould be a wildish destiny,
If we, who thus tog...
The sun has long been set,
The stars are out by twos and threes,
The little birds are piping ...
Strange fits of passion have I known:
And I will dare to tell,
But in the Lover's ear alone, ...
Up! Up! My Friend, and quit your books;
Or surely you'll grow double:
Up! Up! My Friend, an...