Poem of the day – A Night Thought by William Wordsworth Lo! where the Moon along the skySails with her happy destiny;Oft is she hid from mortal eyeOr dimly seen,But when the clouds asunder flyHow bright her mien!Far different we--a froward race,Thousands though rich in Fortune's graceWith cherished sullenness of paceTheir way pursue, Ingrates who wear a smileless faceThe whole year through.If kindred humours e'er would makeMy spirit droop for drooping's ...
Poem of the day – She Was a Phantom of Delight by William Wordsworth She was a phantom of delightWhen first she gleamed upon my sight;A lovely Apparition, sentTo be a moment's ornament;Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair;Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair;But all things else about her drawnFrom May-time and the cheerful Dawn;A dancing Shape, an Image gay,To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.I saw her upon a nearer view,A Spirit, yet a ...
Lamb, The by William Blake Lamb, The
by William Blake
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed,
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Little Lamb, I'll tell thee,
Little Lamb, I'll tell ...
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