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Thus far O Friend have we though leaving much	A
Unvisited endeavour'd to retrace	B
My life through its first years and measured back	C
The way I travell'd when I first began	D
To love the woods and fields the passion yet	E
Was in its birth sustain'd as might befal	F
By nourishment that came unsought for still	F
From week to week from month to month we liv'd	G
A round of tumult duly were our games	H
Prolong'd in summer till the day light fail'd	I
No chair remain'd before the doors the bench	J
And threshold steps were empty fast asleep	K
The Labourer and the old Man who had sate	L
A later lingerer yet the revelry	M
Continued and the loud uproar at last	N
When all the ground was dark and the huge clouds	O
Were edged with twinkling stars to bed we went	P
With weary joints and with a beating mind	Q
Ah is there one who ever has been young	R
Nor needs a monitory voice to tame	S
The pride of virtue and of intellect	T
And is there one the wisest and the best	U
Of all mankind who does not sometimes wish	V
For things which cannot be who would not give	W
If so he might to duty and to truth	X
The eagerness of infantine desire	Y
A tranquillizing spirit presses now	Z
On my corporeal frame so wide appears	A2
The vacancy between me and those days	B2
Which yet have such self presence in my mind	Q
That sometimes when I think of them I seem	C2
Two consciousnesses conscious of myself	D2
And of some other Being A grey Stone	E2
Of native rock left midway in the Square	F2
Of our small market Village was the home	G2
And centre of these joys and when return'd	H2
After long absence thither I repair'd	I2
I found that it was split and gone to build	J2
A smart Assembly room that perk'd and flar'd	I2
With wash and rough cast elbowing the ground	K2
Which had been ours But let the fiddle scream	C2
And be ye happy yet my Friends I know	L2
That more than one of you will think with me	M
Of those soft starry nights and that old Dame	S
From whom the stone was nam'd who there had sate	L
And watch'd her Table with its huckster's wares	M2
Assiduous thro' the length of sixty years	A2
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We ran a boisterous race the year span round	K2
With giddy motion But the time approach'd	N2
That brought with it a regular desire	Y
For calmer pleasures when the beauteous forms	O2
Of Nature were collaterally attach'd	P2
To every scheme of holiday delight	Q2
And every boyish sport less grateful else	R2
And languidly pursued When summer came	S
It was the pastime of our afternoons	S2
To beat along the plain of Windermere	Y
With rival oars and the selected bourne	T2
Was now an Island musical with birds	U2
That sang for ever now a Sister Isle	F
Beneath the oaks' umbrageous covert sown	E2
With lillies of the valley like a field	V2
And now a third small Island where remain'd	W2
An old stone Table and a moulder'd Cave	X2
A Hermit's history In such a race	B
So ended disappointment could be none	Y2
Uneasiness or pain or jealousy	M
We rested in the shade all pleas'd alike	Z2
Conquer'd and Conqueror Thus the pride of strength	A3
And the vain glory of superior skill	F
Were interfus'd with objects which subdu'd	B3
And temper'd them and gradually produc'd	C3
A quiet independence of the heart	D3
And to my Friend who knows me I may add	E3
Unapprehensive of reproof that hence	F3
Ensu'd a diffidence and modesty	M
And I was taught to feel perhaps too much	A
The self sufficing power of solitude	B3
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No delicate viands sapp'd our bodily strength	A3
More than we wish'd we knew the blessing then	G3
Of vigorous hunger for our daily meals	H3
Were frugal Sabine fare and then exclude	B3
A little weekly stipend and we lived	G
Through three divisions of the quarter'd year	Y
In pennyless poverty But now to School	F
Return'd from the half yearly holidays	B2
We came with purses more profusely fill'd	J2
Allowance which abundantly suffic'd	I3
To gratify the palate with repasts	B2
More costly than the Dame of whom I spake	J3
That ancient Woman and her board supplied	K3
Hence inroads into distant Vales and long	L3
Excursions far away among the hills	B2
Hence rustic dinners on the cool green ground	K2
Or in the woods or near a river side	K3
Or by some shady fountain while soft airs	B2
Among the leaves were stirring and the sun	Y2
Unfelt shone sweetly round us in our joy	M3
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Nor is my aim neglected if I tell	F
How twice in the long length of those half years	B2
We from our funds perhaps with bolder hand	N3
Drew largely anxious for one day at least	O3
To feel the motion of the galloping Steed	P3
And with the good old Inn keeper in truth	X
On such occasion sometimes we employ'd	Q3
Sly subterfuge for the intended bound	K2
Of the day's journey was too distant far	Y
For any cautious man a Structure famed	R3
Beyond its neighbourhood the antique Walls	B2
Of that large Abbey which within the vale	F
Of Nightshade to St Mary's honour built	S3
Stands yet a mouldering Pile with fractured Arch	T3
Belfry and Images and living Trees	B2
A holy Scene along the smooth green turf	U3
Our Horses grazed to more than inland peace	B2
Left by the sea wind passing overhead	V3
Though wind of roughest temper trees and towers	B2
May in that Valley oftentimes be seen	W3
Both silent and both motionless alike	Z2
Such is the shelter that is there and such	A
The safeguard for repose and quietness	B2
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	-
Our steeds remounted and the summons given	Y2
With whip and spur we by the Chauntry flew	F
In uncouth race and left the cross legg'd Knight	Q2
And the stone Abbot and that single Wren	G3
Which one day sang so sweetly in the Nave	X2
Of the old Church that though from recent showers	B2
The earth was comfortless and touch'd by faint	X3
Internal breezes sobbings of the place	B2
And respirations from the roofless walls	B2
The shuddering ivy dripp'd large drops yet still	F
So sweetly 'mid the gloom the invisible Bird	Y3
Sang to itself that there I could have made	Z3
My dwelling place and liv'd for ever there	Y
To hear such music Through the Walls we flew	F
And down the valley and a circuit made	Z3
In wantonness of heart through rough and smooth	A4
We scamper'd homeward Oh ye Rocks and Streams	B2
And that still Spirit of the evening air	Y
Even in this joyous time I sometimes felt	B4
Your presence when with slacken'd step we breath'd	C4
Along the sides of the steep hills or when	G3
Lighted by gleams of moonlight from the sea	B2
We beat with thundering hoofs the level sand	N3
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Upon the Eastern Shore of Windermere	Y
Above the crescent of a pleasant Bay	D4
There stood an Inn no homely featured Shed	V3
Brother of the surrounding Cottages	B2
But 'twas a splendid place the door beset	E
With Chaises Grooms and Liveries and within	E4
Decanters Glasses and the blood red Wine	F4
In ancient times or ere the Hall was built	S3
On the large Island had this Dwelling been	E4
More worthy of a Poet's love a Hut	G4
Proud of its one bright fire and sycamore shade	Z3
But though the rhymes were gone which once inscribed	H4
The threshold and large golden characters	B2
On the blue frosted Signboard had usurp'd	I4
The place of the old Lion in contempt	J4
And mockery of the rustic painter's hand	N3
Yet to this hour the spot to me is dear	Y
With all its foolish pomp The garden lay	D4
Upon a slope surmounted by the plain	K4
Of a small Bowling green beneath us stood	L4
A grove with gleams of water through the trees	B2
And over the tree tops nor did we want	M4
Refreshment strawberries and mellow cream	C2
And there through half an afternoon we play'd	Z3
On the smooth platform and the shouts we sent	P
Made all the mountains ring But ere the fall	F
Of night when in our pinnace we return'd	H2
Over the dusky Lake and to the beach	N4
Of some small Island steer'd our course with one	Y2
The Minstrel of our troop and left him there	Y
And row'd off gently while he blew his flute	O4
Alone upon the rock Oh then the calm	P4
And dead still water lay upon my mind	Q
Even with a weight of pleasure and the sky	Q4
Never before so beautiful sank down	R4
Into my heart and held me like a	S4

William Wordsworth

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