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The murmur of a neighbouring stream Induced a soft and slumberous dream, A
pregnant dream within whose shadowy bounds He recognised the earth-born
Star, And That whose radiance gleamed from far ; And (strange to witness !) from
In depth, in height, in circuit, how serene The spectacle, how pure ! — Of Nature's
works, In earth, and air, and earth-embracing sea, A revelation infinite it seems ;
Display august of man's inheritance, Of Britain's calm felicity and power. VII.
Then back to Earth, the dear green Earth ; Whole ages if I here should roam, The
world for my remarks and me Would not a whit the better be ; I've left my heart at
home. And there it is, the matchless earth ! There spreads PROI/. PETER BELL.
In vain, through water, earth, and air, The soul of happy sound was spread, When
Peter, on some April morn, Beneath the broom or budding thorn, Made the warm
earth his lazy bed. At noon, when by the forest's edge, He lay beneath the ...
And, grinning in his turn, his teeth He in jocose defiance showed — When, to
confound his spiteful mirth, A murmur, pent within the earth, In the dead earth
beneath the road, Rolled audibly ! — it swept along — A muffled noise — a
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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.