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Lines Written  in Early Spring


William Wordsworth

          I HEARD a thousand blended notes,

          While in a grove I sate reclined,

          In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts

          Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

          To her fair works did Nature link

          The human soul that through me ran;

          And much it grieved my heart to think

          What man has made of man.

          Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,

          The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;                         10

          And 'tis my faith that every flower

          Enjoys the air it breathes.

          The birds around me hopped and played,

          Their thoughts I cannot measure:--

          But the least motion which they made

          It seemed a thrill of pleasure.

          The budding twigs spread out their fan,

          To catch the breezy air;

          And I must think, do all I can,

          That there was pleasure there.                              20

          If this belief from heaven be sent,

          If such be Nature's holy plan,

          Have I not reason to lament

          What man has made of man?                           

Other Links:

The Anatomy of Melancholy

The Dream Songs

The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman

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