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• Ode to Duty

  Stern Daughter of the Voice of God!
  O Duty! if that name thou love,
  Who art a light to guide, a rod …

  William Wordsworth

• The Rainbow

  My heart leaps up when I behold
  A rainbow in the sky:
  So was it when my life began; …

  William Wordsworth

• The World

  The world is too much with us; late and soon,
  Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
  Little we see in Nature that is ours; …

  William Wordsworth

• Valedictory Sonnet to the River Duddon

  I THOUGHT of Thee, my partner and my guide,
  As being pass'd away.—Vain sympathies!
  For, backward, Duddon! as I cast my eyes, …

  William Wordsworth

• Mutability

  From low to high doth dissolution climb,
  And sink from high to low, along a scale
  Of awful notes, whose concord shall not fail; …

  William Wordsworth

• The Trosachs

  There 's not a nook within this solemn Pass,
  But were an apt confessional for one
  Taught by his summer spent, his autumn gone, …

  William Wordsworth

• Speak!

  Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant
  Of such weak fibre that the treacherous air
  Of absence withers what was once so fair? …

  William Wordsworth

• Proud Maisie

  Proud Maisie is in the wood,
  Walking so early;
  Sweet Robin sits on the bush, …

  Sir Walter Scott

• Brignall Banks

  o, BRIGNALL banks are wild and fair,
  And Greta woods are green,
  And you may gather garlands there, …

  Sir Walter Scott

• Lucy Ashton's Song

  Look not thou on beauty's charming;
  Sit thou still when kings are arming;
  Taste not when the wine-cup glistens; …

  Sir Walter Scott

• Answer

  Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
  To all the sensual world proclaim,
  One crowded hour of glorious life …

  Sir Walter Scott

• The Rover's Adieu

  A WEARY lot is thine, fair maid,
  A weary lot is thine!
  To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, …

  Sir Walter Scott

• Patriotism

  Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
  Who never to himself hath said,
  'This is my own, my native land!' …

  Sir Walter Scott

• The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

  Part I
  An ancient Mariner meeteth three gallants bidden to a wedding feast, and detaineth one. IT is an ancient Mariner,
  And he stoppeth one of three. …

  Samuel Taylor Coleridge

• Kubla Khan

  in Xanadu did Kubla Khan
  A stately pleasure-dome decree:
  Where Alph, the sacred river, ran …

  Samuel Taylor Coleridge

• Youth and Age

  Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying,
  Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee—
  Both were mine! Life went a-maying …

  Samuel Taylor Coleridge

• Time, Real and Imaginary

  On the wide level of a mountain's head
  (I knew not where, but 'twas some faery place),
  Their pinions, ostrich-like, for sails outspread, …

  Samuel Taylor Coleridge

• Work without Hope

  All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair—
  The bees are stirring—birds are on the wing—
  And Winter, slumbering in the open air, …

  Samuel Taylor Coleridge

• Glycine's Song

  A SUNNY shaft did I behold,
  From sky to earth it slanted:
  And poised therein a bird so bold— …

  Samuel Taylor Coleridge

• His Books

  My days among the Dead are past;
  Around me I behold,
  Where'er these casual eyes are cast, …

  Robert Southey

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