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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TROSACHS, by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: There's not a nook within this solemn pass
Last Line: Lulling the year, with all its cares, to rest!
Subject(s): Trosachs, The (scotland)
First Line: There's not a nook within this solemn pass
Last Line: Lulling the year, with all its cares, to rest!
Subject(s): Trosachs, The (scotland)
THERE'S not a nook within this solemn Pass,
But were an apt confessional for One
Taught by his summer spent, his autumn gone,
That Life is but a tale of morning grass
Withered at eve. From scenes of art which chase
That thought away, turn, and with watchful eyes
Feed it 'mid Nature's old felicities,
Rocks, rivers, and smooth lakes more clear than glass
Untouched, unbreathed upon. Thrice happy quest,
If from a golden perch of aspen spray
(October's workmanship to rival May)
The pensive warbler of the ruddy breast
That moral sweeten by a heaven-taught lay,
Lulling the year, with all its cares, to rest!
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