William Wordsworth

7 Apr 1770 // 23 Apr 1850


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Nature's old felicities.

The Trosachs
Meek Walton's heavenly memory.

Walton's Book of Lives
Drink, pretty creature, drink!

The Pet Lamb

Maidens withering on the stalk.

Personal Talk
Another morn
Risen on mid-noon.

The Prelude
Wisdom married to immortal verse.

The Excursion
A brotherhood of venerable trees.

Sonnet composed at Castle
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