Animal Tranquility And Decay
The little hedgerow birds,
That peck along the roads, regard him not.
He travels on, and in his face, his step,
His gait, is one expression: every limb,
His look and bending figure, all bespeakA man who does not move with pain, but
With thought.—He is insensibly
To settled quiet: he is one by
All effort seems forgotten; one to
Long patience hath such mild composure given,
That patience now doth seem a thing of
He hath no need.
He is by nature
To peace so perfect that the young
With envy, what the Old Man hardly feels.
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Extra lines - found sked him whither he was bound, and
The object of his journey; he
That he was going many miles to takeA last leave of his son, a mariner,
Who from a sea-fight had been brought to Falmouth,
And there was lying in an hospital.
William Wordsworth
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Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour. July 13, 1798
Five years have past; five summers, with the length Of five long winters! and again I hear These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs With a soft inland murmur.—Once again
The Old Cumberland Beggar
I saw an aged Beggar in my walk; And he was seated, by the highway side, On a low structure of rude masonry Built at the foot of a huge hill, that they Who lead their horses down the steep rough road May thence remount at ease The aged Man Ha...
The Solitary Reaper
Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass!
After-Thought
I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide, As being past away —Vain sympathies For, backward, Duddon
