The Wish

Well then; I now do plainly see

This busy world and I shall ne’er agree.

The very honey of all earthly joy

Does of all meats the soonest cloy;

And they (methinks) deserve my pity

Who for it can endure the stings,

The crowd, and buzz, and murmurings

Of this great hive, the city.

Ah, yet, ere I descend to th’ grave

May I a small house and large garden have!

And a few friends, and many books, both true,

Both wise, and both delightful too!

And since love ne’er will from me flee,

A mistress moderately fair,

And good as guardian angels are,

Only belov’d, and loving me.

O fountains! when in you shall I

Myself eas’d of unpeaceful thoughts espy?

O fields! O woods! when shall I be made

The happy tenant of your shade?

Here’s the spring-head of Pleasure’s flood:

Here’s wealthy Nature’s treasury,

Where all the riches lie that she

Has coin’d and stamp’d for good.

Pride and ambition here

Only in far-fetch’d metaphors appear;

Here nought but winds can hurtful murmurs scatter,

And nought but Echo flatter.

The gods, when they descended, hither

From heaven did always choose their way:

And therefore we may boldly say

That ’tis the way too thither.

How happy here should I

And one dear she live, and embracing die!

She who is all the world, and can exclude

In deserts solitude.

I should have then this only fear:

Lest men, when they my pleasures see,

Should hither throng to live like me,

And so make a city here.

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• Upon The Sight Of A Beautiful Picture Painted By Sir G. H. Beaumont, Bart by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• To The Small Celandine by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• To The Poet, John Dyer by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• To Sleep by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• To Sir George Howland Beaumont, Bart From the South-West Coast Or Cumberland 1811 by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• To Joanna by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• To A Young Lady Who Had Been Reproached For Taking Long Walks In The Country by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• To a Sky-Lark by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• ‘Tis Said, That Some Have Died For Love by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• The Vaudois by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• The Two Thieves; Or, The Last Stage Of Avarice by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• The Two April Mornings by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• The Thorn by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• The Tables Turned by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• The Sun Has Long Been Set by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• The Stars Are Mansions Built By Nature’s Hand by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• The Sparrow’s Nest by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• The Solitary Reaper by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• The Simplon Pass by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• The Shepherd, Looking Eastward, Softly Said by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth

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