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"'Tis Said, That Some Have Died For Love"
(William Wordsworth)

'Tis said, that some have died for love:
And here and there a churchyard grave is found
In the cold north's unhallowed ground,
Because the wretched man himself had slain,
His love was such a grievous pain.
And there is one whom I five years have known;
He dwells alone
Upon Helvellyn's side:
He loved--the pretty Barbara died;
And thus he makes his moan:
Three years had Barbara in her grave been laid
When thus his moan he made:

"Oh, move, thou Cottage, from behind that oak!
Or let the aged tree uprooted lie,
That in some other way yon smoke
May mount into the sky!
The clouds pass on; they from the heavens depart.
I look--the sky is empty space;
I know not what I trace;
But when I cease to look, my hand is on my heart.

"Oh! what a weight is in these shades! Ye leaves,
That murmur once so dear, when will it cease?
Your sound my heart of rest bereaves,
It robs my heart of peace.
Thou Thrush, that singest loud--and loud and free,
Into yon row of willows flit,
Upon that alder sit;
Or sing another song, or choose another tree.

"Roll back, sweet Rill! back to thy mountain-bounds,
And there for ever be thy waters chained!
For thou dost haunt the air with sounds
That cannot be sustained;
If still beneath that pine-tree's ragged bough
Headlong yon waterfall must come,
Oh let it then be dumb!
Be anything, sweet Rill, but that which thou art now.

"Thou Eglantine, so bright with sunny showers,
Proud as a rainbow spanning half the vale,
Thou one fair shrub, oh! shed thy flowers,
And stir not in the gale.
For thus to see thee nodding in the air,
To see thy arch thus stretch and bend,
Thus rise and thus descend,--
Disturbs me till the sight is more than I can dear."

The Man who makes this feverish complaint
Is one of giant stature, who could dance
Equipped from head to foot in iron mail.
Ah gentle Love! if ever thought was thine
To store up kindred hours for me, thy face
Turn from me, gentle Love! nor let me walk
Within the sound of Emma's voice, nor know
Such happiness as I have known to-day.


Poems/ Poetry / Quotations by William Wordsworth
 Address To The Scholars Of The Village School Of ---- | Anecdote For Fathers | Character Of The Happy Warrior | Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802 | Danish Boy, The: A Fragment | Elegiac Stanzas | Elegiac Stanzas Suggested By A Picture Of Peele Castle In A Storm, Painted By Sir George Beaumont | Ellen Irwin | England, 1802 iv | "The World Is Too Much With Us; Late and Soon" | "There is an Eminence,--of these our hills" | A Character | A Complaint | A Night Thought | A Poet! He Hath Put his Heart to School | After-Thought | By the Seaside | Forsaken, The | Green Linnet, The | Guilt and Sorrow | Idle Shepherd Boys, The | Influence of Natural Objects | Laodamia | Lines written as a School Exercise at Hawkshead, Anno Aetatis | London, 1802 | Lucy Gray | Lucy ii | November, 1806 | Nutting | O Nightingale! Thou Surely Art | Seven Sisters, The | October, 1803 | Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood | On the Departure of Sir Walter Scott from Abbotsford | On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic | Peter Bell, A Tale | Pet-Lamb, The: A Pastoral Poem | Remembrance of Collins | Ruth | She Was a Phantom of Delight | Speak! | Strange Fits of Passion Have I Known | Longest Day, The | Prelude, The - (Book 2) | Prelude, The - (Book 4) | 'Tis Said, That Some Have Died For Love | Table Turned, The | Trosachs, The | Sonnet, The (i) | To A Butterfly (first poem) | To A Butterfly (second poem) | To a Highland Girl (At Inversneyde, upon Loch Lomond) | To A Sexton | To a Skylark | To May | To My Sister | To The Cuckoo | Two April Mornings, The | Two Thieves, The | We are Seven | Written in Germany, On One of The Coldest Days Of The Century | Written With a Pencil Upon a Stone In The Wall of The House, On The Island at Grasmere |


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