William Wordsworth

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

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,

A poet
—He hath put his heart to school,
Nor dares to move unpropped upon the
Which art hath lodged within his hand—must

I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide,    As being past away
—Vain sympathies
For, backward,
Duddon

Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass byA sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment,
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,

———The sky is overcast With a continuous cloud of texture close,
Heavy and wan, all whitened by the Moon,
Which through that veil is indistinctly seen,
A dull, contracted circle, yielding light So feebly spread, that not a shadow fa...

I
VE a boy of five years old;
His face is fair and fresh to see;
His limbs are cast in beauty's

There is a change—and I am poor;
Your love hath been, nor long ago,
A fountain at my fond heart's door,
Whose only business was to flow;

A slumber did my spirit seal; I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years
No motion has she now, no force; She neither hears nor sees;
Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, a...

I marvel how Nature could ever find space For so many strange contrasts in one human face:
There's thought and no thought, and there's paleness and bloom And bustle and sluggishness, pleasure and gloom
There's weakness, and strength both...

Lo
where the Moon along the
Sails with her happy destiny;
Oft is she hid from mortal

AT way does the wind come
What way does he go
He rides over the water, and over the snow,
Through wood, and through vale; and, o'er rocky