Wordsworth

"Oh, you s erenegossamer! You

beautiful gossamer!"

Behold her, single in the field,

You solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!

Alone she cuts and binds the grain,

And sings a melancholy strain;
O, listen! for the vale profound
Is over flowing with the sound.

Will no one tell me what she sings?---Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battle long
ago:
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of today?

Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,

That has been, and may be again?

Emerson'sOn Nature
Thoreau'sEx-cursion

The solitary
Highlandreaper

Zaratustra
Zaratustra
Megalo mania Hypochondria

Oh, coward, coward

Dreams of the romantic

age

Sentimental, too sentimental

"Ledet wohl,ihr glatten Saale,

Glatte Herren,glatte Frauen!
Aufdie Berge will ich steigen,
Lachend auf euch niederschauen!"
HeinesHarzreise

Idyllic Wanderings

Wordsworth