From An Evening Walk (English Lakes) FAR AR from my dearest Friend, 'tis mine to rove Through bare gray dell, high wood, and pastoral cove; His wizard course where hoary Derwent takes, That stuns the tremulous cliffs of high Lodore; Her rocky sheepwalks, and her woodland bounds; There was a Boy (English Lakes) William Wordsworth. HERE was a boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs THE And islands of Winander! Many a time, At evening, when the earliest stars began To move along the edges of the hills, Blew mimic hootings to the silent owls, That they might answer him. And they would shout Across the watery vale, and shout again, Responsive to his call, with quivering peals, Of mirth and jocund din! And, when it chanced This boy was taken from his mates, and died Upon a slope above the village school; And there, along that bank, when I have pass'd At evening, I believe that oftentimes A long half-hour together I have stood Mute - looking at the grave in which he lies! William Wordsworth. Island on the Lake (English Lakes) (From The Excursion, Book IX) RATEFUL task! to me GRA Pregnant with recollections of the time When on thy bosom, spacious Windermere ! A Youth, I practised this delightful art; Tossed on the waves alone, or 'mid a crew Of joyous comrades. Now the reedy marge Cleared, with a strenuous arm I dipped the oar Free from obstruction; and the boat advanced Through crystal water, smoothly as a hawk That, disentangled from the shady boughs Of some thick wood, her place of covert, cleaves With corresponding wings the abyss of air. -"Observe," the vicar said, "yon rocky isle With birch trees fringed; my hand shall guide the helm, While thitherward we bend our course; or while We seek that other, on the western shore, Supporting gracefully a massy dome A Grecian temple rising from the Deep." William Wordsworth. Brathay Church (English Lakes) (From The Excursion, Book V) we descend, and winding round a rock, Attain a point that showed the valley stretched In length before us; and, not distant far, trees. And towards a crystal Mere, that lay beyond Among steep hills and woods embosomed, flowed A copious stream with boldly-winding course; Here traceable, there hidden there again To sight restored, and glittering in the sun. On the stream's bank, and everywhere, appeared Fair dwellings, single, or in social knots; Some scattered o'er the level, others perched Now in its morning purity arrayed. William Wordsworth. I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud (English Lakes) (Written at Town-end, Grasmere. The daffodils grew and still grow on the margin of Ullswater, and probably may be seen to this day as beautiful in the month of March, nodding their golden heads beside the dancing and foaming waves. Wordsworth.) WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine Ten thousand saw I at a glance, The waves beside them danced; but they In such a jocund company; I gazed and gazed- but little thought For oft, when on my couch I lie |