A brotherhood of venerable trees.
A brotherhood of venerable trees.
To the solid ground Of Nature trusts the mind that builds for aye.
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
Thou unassuming common-place; Of Nature, with that homely face.
The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.
Nature's old felicities.
Thou unassuming commonplace Of Nature.
For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.
As in the eye of Nature he has lived, So in the eye of Nature let him die.
No motion has she now, no force; She neither hears nor sees; Rolled around in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
I wanderd lonely as a cloud That floats on high oer 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 stretchd 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 gazedand gazedbut little thought What wealth the show to me had brought For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude And then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
Recognizes ever and anon The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul.
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