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I was a Traveller then upon the moor; I saw the Hare that raced about with joy ; I
heard the woods, and distant waters, roar; Or heard them not, as happy as a Boy :
The pleasant season did my heart employ : My old remembrances went from me
... and ear, both what they half create*, And what perceive ; well pleased to
recognize In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest
thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral
As well might Peter, in the Fleet, Have been fast bound, a begging debtor ; — He
travelled here, he travelled there ; — But not the value of a hair Was heart or
head the better. He roved among the vales and streams, In the green wood and ...
Beside the Woman Peter stands ; His heart is opening more and more ; A holy
sense pervades his mind ; He feels what he for human kind Had never felt before.
At length, by Peter's arm sustained, The Woman rises from the ground — " Oh, ...
And now is Peter taught to feel That man's heart is a holy thing ; And Nature,
through a world of death, Breathes into him a second breath, More searching
than the breath of spring. Upon a stone the Woman sits In agony of silent grief —
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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.