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 Do I behold these steep...
Oh! pleasant exercise of hope and joy! For mighty were the auxiliars which then stood Upon our side, we who were strong in love! Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, But to...
Home at Grasmere Beauty, whose living home is the green earth, Surpassing the most fair ideal Forms The craft of delicate spirits hath composed From earth’s materials, waits upon my steps, Pitches her tents before...
