. Wordsworth for the young; selections with an introduction for parents and teachers . Whence, whence, ye Clouds ! this eagerness of speed ?Speak, silent creatures. — They are gone, are fled,Buried together in yon gloomy massThat loads the middle heaven; . . THE IDLE SHEPHERD-BOYS;Or, Dungeon-Ghyll Force. A HE valley rings with mirtli and. joy;Among the hills the echoes playA never, never ending song,To welcome in the magpie chatters with delight;The mountain ravens youngling broodHave left the mother and the nest;And they go rambling east and westIn search of their own food
. Wordsworth for the young; selections with an introduction for parents and teachers . Whence, whence, ye Clouds ! this eagerness of speed ?Speak, silent creatures. — They are gone, are fled,Buried together in yon gloomy massThat loads the middle heaven; . . THE IDLE SHEPHERD-BOYS;Or, Dungeon-Ghyll Force. A HE valley rings with mirtli and. joy;Among the hills the echoes playA never, never ending song,To welcome in the magpie chatters with delight;The mountain ravens youngling broodHave left the mother and the nest;And they go rambling east and westIn search of their own food; Or through the glittering vapors dart In very wantonness of heart. Beneath a rock upon the grass, Two boys are sitting in the sun; Their work, if any work they have, Is out of mind — or done. On pipes of sycamore they play The fragments of a Christmas hymn ; Or with that plant which in our daleWe call stag-horn, or foxs tail,Their rusty hats they trim:And thus, as happy as the shepherds wear the time away. Along the rivers stony margeThe sand-lark chants a joyous song;The thrush is busy in the carols loud and strong;A thousand lambs are on the rocks,All newly born ! both earth and skyKeep jubilee, and more than boys with their green coronal;They never hear the cry,That plaintiv
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