Matches in DBpedia 2014 for { ?s ?p Anecdote for Fathers is a poem written by William Wordsworth and is included in the Lyrical BalladsI have a boy of five years old;His face is fair and fresh to see;His limbs are cast in beauty's mould,And dearly he loves me.One morn we strolled on our dry walk,Our quiet home all full in view,And held such intermitted talkAs we are wont to do.My thoughts on former pleasures ran;I thought of Kilve's delightful shore,Our pleasant home when spring began,A long, long year before.A day it was when I could bearSome fond regrets to entertain;With so much happiness to spare,I could not feel a pain.The green earth echoed to the feetOf lambs that bounded through the glade,From shade to sunshine, and as fleetFrom sunshine back to shade.Birds warbled round me -- and each traceof inward sadness had its charm;Kilve, thought I, was a favored place,And so is Liswyn farm.My boy beside me tripped, so slimAnd graceful in his rustic dress!And, as we talked, I questioned him,In very idleness.Now tell me, had you rather be,I said, and took him by the arm,On Kilve's smooth shore, by the green sea,Or here at Liswyn farm?In careless mood he looked at me,While still I held him by the arm,And said, At Kilve I'd rather beThan here at Liswyn farm.Now, little Edward, say why so:My little Edward, tell me why. . }
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- Anecdote_for_Fathers comment "Anecdote for Fathers is a poem written by William Wordsworth and is included in the Lyrical BalladsI have a boy of five years old;His face is fair and fresh to see;His limbs are cast in beauty's mould,And dearly he loves me.One morn we strolled on our dry walk,Our quiet home all full in view,And held such intermitted talkAs we are wont to do.My thoughts on former pleasures ran;I thought of Kilve's delightful shore,Our pleasant home when spring began,A long, long year before.A day it was when I could bearSome fond regrets to entertain;With so much happiness to spare,I could not feel a pain.The green earth echoed to the feetOf lambs that bounded through the glade,From shade to sunshine, and as fleetFrom sunshine back to shade.Birds warbled round me -- and each traceof inward sadness had its charm;Kilve, thought I, was a favored place,And so is Liswyn farm.My boy beside me tripped, so slimAnd graceful in his rustic dress!And, as we talked, I questioned him,In very idleness.Now tell me, had you rather be,I said, and took him by the arm,On Kilve's smooth shore, by the green sea,Or here at Liswyn farm?In careless mood he looked at me,While still I held him by the arm,And said, At Kilve I'd rather beThan here at Liswyn farm.Now, little Edward, say why so:My little Edward, tell me why. ".