William Wordsworth - Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, A

Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, And lilies face the March-winds in full blow, And humbler growths as moved with one desire Put on, to welcome spring, their best attire, Poor Robin is yet flowerless; but how gay With his red stalks upon this sunny day!

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Wordsworth, William. Poems, Chiefly of Early and Late Years. Edward Moxon, 1842, p. 240.

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About the Author

William Wordsworth

Born: April 7, 1770
Died: April 23, 1850
Nationality: English
Profession: Poet

Biography

William Wordsworth was an English Romantic poet who, with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, helped to launch the Romantic Age in English literature with their joint publication Lyrical Ballads (1798).

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