By William Wordsworth There was a roaring in the wind all night;The rain came heavily and fell in floods;But now […]
“… And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.”
‘So was it when my life began / So is it now I am a man / So be it when I shall grow old / Or let me die!’
On revisiting the banks of the Wye during a tour. July 13, 1798 By William Wordsworth Five years have past; […]
By William Wordsworth The world is too much with us; late and soon,Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;Little […]