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A little Cyclops, with one eye Staring to threaten and defy, That thought comes
next — and instantly The freak is over, The shape will vanish, and behold ; A
silver Shield with boss of gold, That spreads itself, some Faery bold In fight to
Or there Do we behold the frame of Erin's Coast ? Land sometimes by the roving
shepherd swain (Like the bright confines of another world) Not doubtfully
perceived. — Look homeward now ! In depth, in height, in circuit, how serene The
Nor am I loth, though pleased at heart, Sweet Highland Girl ! from Thee to part ;
For I, methinks, till I grow old, As fair before me shall behold, As I do now, the
Cabin small, The Lake, the Bay, the Waterfall ; And Thee, the Spirit of them all !
Once again Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs, Which on a wild secluded
scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion ; and connect The landscape
with the quiet of the sky. The day is come when I again repose Here, under this
Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains ; and
of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear
, both what they half create*, And what perceive ; well pleased to recognize In ...
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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.