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Soon as gentle breezes bring News of winter's vanishing, And the children build
their bowers, Sticking "kerchief-plots of mold All about with full-blown flowers,
Thick as sheep in shepherd's fold ! With the proudest Thou art there, Mantling in
Sweet Flower ! for by that name at last, When all my reveries are past, I call thee,
and to that cleave fast, Sweet silent Creature ! That breath'st with me in sun and
air, Do thou, as thou art wont, repair My heart with gladness, and a share Of thy ...
TO THE SAME FLOWER. Bright flower, whose home is every where ! A Pilgrim
bold in Nature's care, And all the long year through the heir Of joy or sorrow,
Methinks that there abides in thee Some concord with humanity, Given to no
A little while I stood, Breathing with such suppression of the heart As joy delights
in ; and, with wise restraint Voluptuous, fearless of a rival, eyed The banquet, —
or beneath the trees I sate Among the flowers, and with the flowers I played ; A ...
How Wallace fought for Scotland, left the name Of Wallace to be found, like a wild
flower, All over his dear Country ; left the deeds Of Wallace, like a family of ghosts
, To people the steep rocks and river banks Her natural sanctuaries, with a ...
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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.