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That far-off tinkling's drowsy cheer, Mixed with a faint yet grating sound In a
moment lost and found, The Wain announces — by whose side, Along the banks
of Rydal Mere, He paces on, a trusty Guide, — Listen ! you can scarcely hear !
If the Butterfly knew but his friend, Hither his flight he would bend ; And find his
way to me Under the branches of. * See Paradise Lost, Book XL, where Adam
points out to Eve the ominous sign of the Eagle chasing " two Birds of gayest
... morning bright and fair Eddying round and round they sink Softly, slowly : one
might think, From the motions that are made, Every little leaf conveyed Sylph or
Faery hither tending, — To this lower world descending, Each invisible and mute,
... so long A worshipper of Nature, hither came, Unwearied in that service : rather
say With warmer love, oh ! with far deeper zeal Of holier love. Nor wilt thou then
forget, That after many wanderings, many years Of absence, these steep woods ...
And hither is he come at last, When he through such a day has gone, By this dark
cave to be distrest Like a poor bird — her plundered nest Hovering around with
dolorous moan ! Of that intense and piercing cry The listening Ass conjectures ...
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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.