Results 1-5 of 7
But see ! where'er the hailstones drop. The withered leaves all skip and hop,
There's not a breeze — no breath of air — Yet here, and there, and every where
Along the floor, beneath the shade By those embowering hollies d 3 53 A whirl-
Pansies, Lilies, Kingcups, Daisies, Let them live upon their praises ; Long as
there's a sun that sets Primroses will have their glory ; Long as there are Violets? '
- They will have a place in story : There's a flower that shall be mine, 'Tis the little
There's Galla Water, Leader Haughs, Both lying right before us ; And Dryborough
, where with chiming Tweed The Lintwhites sing in chorus ; There's pleasant
Tiviot-dale, a land Made blithe with plough and harrow : Why throw away a
... for repose Of panting Wood-nymph weary of the chace. O Lady ! fairer in thy
Poet's sight Than fairest spiritual Creature of the groves, Approach — and, thus
invited, crown with rest The noon-tide hour : — though truly some there are k 2
And, close beside this aged Thorn, There is a fresh and lovely sight, A beauteous
heap, a Hill of moss, Just half a foot in height. All lovely colours there you see, All
colours that were ever seen ; And mossy net-work too is there, As if by hand of ...
What people are saying - Write a review
the kitten of the filling leaves bp[y willam words worth
My favorite is "Solitary Reaper". When I first read it, I fell in love with the poem. It's like Wordsworth wrote it for me only.
I always feel understood and totally embraced everytime I read this poem and walk away with a full heart.