Author: William Wordsworth

I heard a thousand blended notes,While in a grove I sate reclined,In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughtsBring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did nature linkThe human soul that through me ran;And much it grieved my heart to thinkWhat man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower,The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;And ’tis my faith that every flowerEnjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played:Their thoughts I cannot measure,But the least motion which they made,It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan,To catch the…

This is the spot:—how mildly does the sunShine in between the fading leaves! the airIn the habitual silence of this woodIs more than silent: and this bed of heath,Where shall we find so sweet a resting-place?Come!—let me see thee sink into a dreamOf quiet thoughts,—protracted till thine eyeBe calm as water when the winds are goneAnd no one can tell whither.—my sweet friend!We two have had such happy hours togetherThat my heart melts in me to think of it.

I wandered lonely as a Cloud That floats on high o’er Vales and Hills,When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden Daffodils;Beside the Lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way,They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:—A Poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company:I gazed—and gazed—but little thoughtWhat wealth the shew to me had brought: For oft…

I wandered lonely as a Cloud That floats on high o’er vales and Hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden Daffodils; Beside the Lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:- A Poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company:…

She was a phantom of delightWhen first she gleam’d upon my sight;A lovely apparition, sentTo be a moment’s ornament;Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;Like twilight’s, too, her dusky hair;But all things else about her drawnFrom May-time and the cheerful dawn;A dancing shape, an image gay,To haunt, to startle, and waylay. I saw her upon nearer view,A Spirit, yet a Woman too!Her household motions light and free,And steps of virgin liberty;A countenance in which did meetSweet records, promises as sweet;A creature not too bright or goodFor human nature’s daily food;For transient sorrows, simple wiles,Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.…