Most Sweet it is
. Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes To pace the ground, if path be there or none, While a fair region round the traveller lies Which he forbears again to look upon; Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene, The work of Fancy, or some happy tone Of meditation, slipping in between The beauty coming and the beauty gone. If Thought and Love desert us, from that day Let us break off all commerce with the Muse: With Thought and Love companions of our way, Whate'er the senses take or may refuse, The Mind's internal heaven shall shed her dews Of inspiration on the humblest lay.
Form: sonnet:
Composition Date:18331.
The last of the series "Composed or suggested during a Tour, in the Summer of 1833."
William Wordsworth
Другие работы автора
Tis Said That Some Have Died For Love
'Tis said, that some have died for love: And here and there a churchyard grave is found In the cold north's unhallowed ground, Because the wretched man himself had slain, His love was such a grievous pain
Written in London September 1802
O Friend I know not which way I must For comfort, being, as I am, opprest, To think that now our life is only
From The Cuckoo And The Nightingale
The God of Love—ah, benedicite How mighty and how great a Lord is he For he of low hearts can make high, of He can make low, and unto death bring nigh;
Alice Fell Or Poverty
HE post-boy drove with fierce career, For threatening clouds the moon had drowned; When, as we hurried on, my Was smitten with a startling sound