English poem
The River Duddon - A Series Of Sonnets, 1820. - XXIV - The Resting Place
Mid-noon is past; upon the sultry mead No zephyr breathes, no cloud its shadow throws: If we advance unstrengthened by repose, Farewell the solace of the vagrant reed! This Nook with woodbine hung and straggling weed Tempting recess as ever pilgrim chose, Half grot, half arbour, proffers to enclose Body and mind, from molestation freed, In narrow compass, narrow as itself: Or if the Fancy, too industrious Elf, Be loth that we should breathe awhile exempt From new incitements friendly to our task, Here wants not stealthy prospect, that may tempt Loose Idless to forego her wily mask.
More by William Wordsworth
- The River Duddon - A Series Of Sonnets, 1820. - To The Rev. Dr. Wordsworth
- The River Duddon - A Series Of Sonnets, 1820. - XVI - American Tradition
- The River Duddon - A Series Of Sonnets, 1820. - XVIII - Seathwaite Chapel
- The River Duddon - A Series Of Sonnets, 1820. - XXI - Whence That Low Voice?
- The River Duddon - A Series Of Sonnets, 1820. - XXVI - Return, Content! For Fondly I Pursued
- The River Duddon - A Series Of Sonnets, 1820. - XXXII - Not Hurled Precipitous From Steep To Steep
- The River Duddon - A Series Of Sonnets, 1820. - XXXIII - Conclusion
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