Part 1 / Act 1 — WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.
Reading edition
1770-1850.
Quilt and Sorrow.
St. 41.
And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.
My Heart Leaps up.
The Child is father of the Man.
Lucy Gray.
St. 2.
The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door.
We are Seven.
A simple Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death?
The Pet Lamb.
Drink, pretty creature, drink.
The Brothers.
Until a man might travel twelve stout miles, Or reap an acre of his neighbor's corn.
Stanzas written in Thomson.
A noticeable man, with large gray eyes.
Lucy.
She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise, And very few to love: A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and oh! The difference to me!
The Solitary Reaper.
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again.
The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
Rob Hoy's Grave.
St. 9.
Because the good old rule Sufficeth them, the simple plan, That they should take who have the power, And they should keep who can.
Yarrow Unvisited.
The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!