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Her * divine skill taught me this, That from every thing I saw I could some
instruction draw, And raise pleasure to the height Through the meanest object's
sight. By the murmur of a spring Or the least bough's rustelling ; By a Daisy
whose leaves ...
... lea : Waking at morn he murmured not ; And, till life's journey closed, the spot
Was to the Pilgrim's soul endeared, Where by that dream he had been cheered
Beneath the shady tree. XIX. STRAY PLEASURES. " — Pleasure is spread
Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall
find." BY their floating Mill, Which lies dead and still, Behold yon Prisoners three !
The Miller with two Dames, on the breast of the Thames ; The Platform is small, ...
Thus pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever
shall find ; Thus a rich loving-kindness, redundantly kind, Moves all nature to
gladness and mirth. The Showers of the Spring Rouze the Birds, and they sing ; If
Nor doth our human sense Ask, for its pleasure, screen or canopy More ample
than that time-dismantled Oak Spreads o'er this tuft of heath : which now, attired
In the whole fulness of its bloom, affords As beautiful a couch as e'er on earth
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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.