William Wordsworth
First Lines
Affections lose their object; Time brings forth
At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,
Behold an emblem of our human mind
Between two sister moorland rills
Dear Child of Nature, let them rail!
Discourse was deemed Man's noblest attribute,
Flattered with promise of escape
Giordano, verily thy Pencil's skill
Glide gently, thus for ever glide,
How beautiful the Queen of Night, on high
How richly glows the water's breast
I have a boy of five years old;
I travelled among unknown men,
If thou indeed derive thy light from Heaven,
It is the first mild day of March:
Lie here, without a record of thy worth,
Nay, Traveller! rest. This lonely Yew-tree stands
Never enlivened with the liveliest ray
Oh! what's the matter? what's the matter?
On his morning rounds the Master
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Strange fits of passion have I known:
Three years she grew in sun and shower,
