River Duddon

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Part One of The River Duddon by William Wordsworth.

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The River Duddon rises upon Wrynose Fell on the confines of Westmoreland, Cumberland, and Lancashire, and serving as a boundary to the two latter counties for the space of about twenty-five miles, enters the Irish Sea between the Isle of Walney and the lordship of Miln.

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Not envying shades which haply yet may throw A grateful coolness round that rocky spring, Bandusia, once responsive to the string Of the Horatian lyre with babbling flow; Careless of flowers that in perennial blow Round the moist marge of Persian fountains cling; Heedless of Alpine torrents thundering Through icy portals radiant as heaven's bow; I seek the birthplace of a native stream.

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Sole Listener, Dudden, to the Breeze that played by William Wordsworth.

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Sole listener, Dudden, to the breeze that played With thy clear voice I caught the fitful sound Wafted o'er sullen moss and craggy mound.

Unfruitful solitudes, that seemed to upbraid The sun in heaven.

But now to form a shade For thee green alders have together wound Their foliage, ashes flung their arms around, And birch-trees risen in silver colonade.

Hail to the Fields with Dwelling Sprinkled O'er by William Wordsworth.

Read for LibriVox.org. Hail to the fields with dwelling sprinkled o'er, And one small hamlet, under a green hill, Clustering with barn and byre, and sprouting mill! A glance suffices; should we wish for more, Gay June would scorn us.