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The Prelude, Book 2: School-time (Continued)

. Thus far, O Friend! have we, though leaving much
Unvisited, endeavour'd to retrace
My life through its first years, and measured back
The way I travell'd when I first began
To love the woods and fields; the passion yet
Was in its birth, sustain'd, as might befal,
By nourishment that came unsought, for still,
From week to week, from month to month, we liv'd
A round of tumult: duly were our games
Prolong'd in summer till the day-light fail'd;
No chair remain'd before the doors, the bench
And threshold steps were empty; fast asleep
The Labourer, and the old Man who had sate,
A later lingerer, yet the revelry
Continued, and the loud uproar: at last,
When all the ground was dark, and the huge clouds
Were edged with twinkling stars, to bed we went,
With weary joints, and with a beating mind.
Ah! is there one who ever has been young,
Nor needs a monitory voice to tame

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poem by William Wordsworth
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Guilt and Sorrow

I

A traveller on the skirt of Sarum's Plain
Pursued his vagrant way, with feet half bare;
Stooping his gait, but not as if to gain
Help from the staff he bore; for mien and air
Were hardy, though his cheek seemed worn with care
Both of the time to come, and time long fled:
Down fell in straggling locks his thin grey hair;
A coat he wore of military red
But faded, and stuck o'er with many a patch and shred.

II

While thus he journeyed, step by step led on,
He saw and passed a stately inn, full sure
That welcome in such house for him was none.
No board inscribed the needy to allure
Hung there, no bush proclaimed to old and poor
And desolate, "Here you will find a friend!"

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poem by William Wordsworth
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Peter Bell, A Tale

PROLOGUE

There's something in a flying horse,
There's something in a huge balloon;
But through the clouds I'll never float
Until I have a little Boat,
Shaped like the crescent-moon.

And now I 'have' a little Boat,
In shape a very crescent-moon
Fast through the clouds my boat can sail;
But if perchance your faith should fail,
Look up--and you shall see me soon!

The woods, my Friends, are round you roaring,
Rocking and roaring like a sea;
The noise of danger's in your ears,
And ye have all a thousand fears
Both for my little Boat and me!

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poem by William Wordsworth
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Seventh Book

'THE woman's motive? shall we daub ourselves
With finding roots for nettles? 'tis soft clay
And easily explored. She had the means,
The moneys, by the lady's liberal grace,
In trust for that Australian scheme and me,
Which so, that she might clutch with both her hands,
And chink to her naughty uses undisturbed,
She served me (after all it was not strange,;
'Twas only what my mother would have done)
A motherly, unmerciful, good turn.

'Well, after. There are nettles everywhere,
But smooth green grasses are more common still;
The blue of heaven is larger than the cloud;
A miller's wife at Clichy took me in
And spent her pity on me,–made me calm
And merely very reasonably sad.
She found me a servant's place in Paris where
I tried to take the cast-off life again,
And stood as quiet as a beaten ass

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poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning from Aurora Leigh (1856)
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The House Was Quiet and The World Was Calm

The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The reader became the book; and summer night

Was like the conscious being of the book.
The house was quiet and the world was calm.

The words were spoken as if there was no book,
Except that the reader leaned above the page,

Wanted to lean, wanted much most to be
The scholar to whom his book is true, to whom

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
The house was quiet because it had to be.

The quiet was part of the meaning, part of the mind:
The access of perfection to the page.

And the world was calm. The truth in a calm world,
In which there is no other meaning, itself

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poem by Wallace Stevens
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When they took the 4th Amendment, I was quiet because I didn't deal drugs. When they took the 6th Amendment, I was quiet because I am innocent. When they took the 2nd Amendment, I was quiet because I don't own a gun. Now they have taken the 1st Amendment, and I can only be quiet.

quote by Lyle Myhr
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I Need The Quiet And The Silence

I need the quiet and the silence
The pain is too much
I need to hear nothing but quiet
So I can contend with the pain
It hurts
It aches
And I need to give my mind the strength
To contend with it-
Quiet and more quiet
And I will try to contend with it
Though I don't know if I can.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Want To Live In Quiet

I WANT TO LIVE IN QUIET

I want to live in quiet -
At peace with what I am
Without dreams I will never realize
And lusts I have long lost-
I want to live in quiet -
And in my own small way
Help those I can-
Nothing great anymore
Nothing big
Just small and quiet and in peace and at home.

I

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Quiet My Love Come Follow Me

Quiet my love come follow me
Let me pour you some wine
Dim the lights down low
Make you know your all mine
Quiet my love come follow me
Let me make you feel complete
Rub your tired shoulders
As our lips gently together meet
Quiet my love come follow me
Let me caress you in my arms
Let's be gentle and go slow
I want to feel all your charm
Quiet my love come follow me
Lay down with me here tonight
Take each other to paradise
Come follow me in pure delight

poem by Suelynn Walters
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The Poem Of The Afternoon Quiet Before Shabbat

THE POEM OF THE AFTERNOON QUIET BEFORE SHABBAT

The poem of the afternoon quiet before Shabbat
Is a peaceful poem -
Waiting and already resting
I try to remember those days
When Shabbat was Shabbat
In greatest joy and happiness-

But I am older now than I want to know
Shabbat has a quiet and music of a different kind
God can be served in old age also-

Let the family gather and the guests come
Let prayer be our music -
Joy is rest and quiet and peaceful family love also.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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