First Lines of William Wordsworth
A famous man is Robin Hood,A simple Child,A slumber did my spirit seal;Affections lose their object; Time brings forthAt the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,Before I see another day,Behold an emblem of our human mindBetween two sister moorland rillsDear Child of Nature, let them rail!Discourse was deemed Man's noblest attribute,Flattered with promise of escapeGiordano, verily thy Pencil's skillGlide gently, thus for ever glide,How beautiful the Queen of Night, on highHow richly glows the water's breastI have a boy of five years old;I met Louisa in the shade,I travelled among unknown men,I wandered lonely as a cloudIf thou indeed derive thy light from Heaven,It is the first mild day of March:Let thy wheel-barrow alone --Lie here, without a record of thy worth,Nay, Traveller! rest. This lonely Yew-tree standsNever enlivened with the liveliest rayOft I had heard of Lucy Gray:Oh! what's the matter? what's the matter?On his morning rounds the MasterShe dwelt among the untrodden waysShe was a Phantom of delightStrange fits of passion have I known:The sky is overcastThis Lawn, a carpet all aliveThree years she grew in sun and shower,Who but is pleased to watch the moon on highYou call it,
Love lies bleeding,-- so you may,