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by William Wordsworth

 

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Passions in Poetry Home > All Poems > Classic Poetry > William Wordsworth > Three Years She Grew in Sun and Shower Three Years She Grew in Sun and Shower
William Wordsworth
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Thought of a Briton on the Subjugation of Switzerland
by William Wordsworth

Two Voices are there -one is of the Sea,
One of the Mountains; each a mighty Voice:
In both from age to age thou didst rejoice;
They were thy chosen music, Liberty!
There came a tyrant, and with holy glee
Thou fought'st against him; but hast vainly striven:
Thou from thy Alpine holds at length art driven
Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee.
Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft;
Then cleave, O cleave to that which still is left;
For, high-souled Maid, what sorrow would it be
That Mountain floods should thunder as before,
And Ocean bellow from his rocky shore,
And neither awful Voice be heard by Thee!

 

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