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Poem by William Wordsworth

Lines (HERE, on our native soil, we breathe once more)

Composed in the Valley near Dover, on the Day of Landing

HERE, on our native soil, we breathe once more.
The cock that crows, the smoke that curls, that sound
Of bells;those boys who in yon meadow-ground
In white-sleeved shirts are playing; and the roar
Of the waves breaking on the chalky shore;
All, all are English. Oft have I looked round
With joy in Kents green vales; but never found
Myself so satisfied in heart before.
Europe is yet in bonds; but let that pass,
Thought for another moment. Thou art free,
My country! and t is joy enough and pride
For one hours perfect bliss, to tread the grass
Of England once again, and hear and see,
With such a dear companion at my side.

William Wordsworth

Poem Theme: Dover (England)

William Wordsworth's other poems:
  1. Monastery of Old Bangor
  2. Seathwaite Chapel
  3. Lines (LOUD is the Vale! the voice is up)
  4. Hart-Leap Well
  5. Roman Antiquities

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