<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391684" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Wordsworth</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thine is a strain to read among the hills, <br>The old and full of voices;–by the source <br>Of some free stream, whose gladdening presence fills <br>The solitude with sound; for in its course <br>Even such is thy deep song, that seems a part <br>Of those high scenes, a fountain from their heart. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or its calm spirit fitly may be taken <br>To the still breast, in sunny garden-bowers, <br>Where vernal winds each tree's low tones awaken, <br>And bud and bell with changes mark the hours. <br>There let thy thoughts be with me, while the day <br>Sinks with a golden and serene decay. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or by some hearth where happy faces meet, <br>When night hath hush'd the woods, with all their birds, <br>There, from some gentle voice, that lay were sweet <br>As antique music, link'd with household words.<br>While, in pleased murmurs, woman's lip might move, <br>And the rais'd eye of childhood shine in love. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or where the shadows of dark solemn yews <br>Brood silently o'er some lone burial-ground, <br>Thy verse hath power that brightly might diffuse <br>A breath, a kindling, as of spring, around; <br>From its own glow of hope and courage high, <br>And steadfast faith's victorious constancy. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">True bard and holy!–thou art ev'n as one <br>Who, by some secret gift of soul or eye, <br>In every spot beneath the smiling sun, <br>Sees where the springs of living waters lie: <br>Unseen awhile they sleep–till, touch'd by thee, <br>Bright healthful waves flow forth to each glad wanderer free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Felicia+Dorothea+Hemans">Felicia Dorothea Hemans</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391684" data-title="To Wordsworth de Felicia Dorothea Hemans" data-description="Thine is a strain to read among the hills, The old and full of voices;–by the source Of some free stream, whose gladdening presence fills The solitude with sound; for in its course Even such is thy deep song, that seems a part Of those..."></div> </div> </div>

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