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He thinks not of his long, long strife ; — The Sailor, Man by nature gay, Hath no
resolves to throw away ; And he hath now forgot his Wife, Hath quite forgotten her
— or may be Deems that she is happier, laid Within that warm and peaceful bed ...
Hath this conception, grateful to behold, Changed countenance, like an object
sullied o'er By breathing mist ; and thine appears to be A mournful labour, while
to her is given Hope — and a renovation without end. — That smile forbids the ...
He knew the Rocks which Angels haunt On the Mountains visitant ; He hath
kenned them taking wing s And the Caves where Faeries sing He hath entered ;
and been told By Voices how Men lived of old. Among the Heavens his eye can
... tired household of corporeal sense, And Fancy in her airy bower kept watch,
Free to exert her kindliest influence ; I saw — (but little boots it that my verse A
shadowy visitation should rehearse, For to our Shores such glory hath been
It is no Spirit who from Heaven hath flown And is descending on his embassy ;
Nor Traveller gone from Earth the Heavens to espy ! "fis ' Hesperus — there he
stands with glittering crown, First admonition that the sun is down, — For yet it is ...
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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.