Szöveggyűjtemény a XIX. sz. angol irodalmából [antikvár]

William WORDSWORTH /1770-1850/ THE REVERIE OP POOR SUSAN At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears, Hangs a Thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years; Poor Susan has passed by the spot, and has heard In the silence of morning the song of the Bird. 'Tis a note of enchantment; what ails her? She sees A mountain ascending, a vision of trees? Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide, And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside. Gr:ca pastures she views in the midst of the dale, Down which she so often has tripped with her pail; And a single small cottage, a nest like a dove's, The one only dwelling on earth that she loves. She looks, and her heart is in heavens but they The mist and the river, the hill and the shade: The stream will not flow, and the hill will not And the colours have all passed away from her LINES Written in Early Spring I heard a thousand blended notes, V/hile 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; Lothbury, Cheapside: large streets in the City of London, fade, rise, eyes! A797/ - 21 -