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Look but at the gardener's pride — How he glories, when he sees Roses, Lilies,
side by side, Violets in families ! By the heart of Man, his tears, By his hopes and
by his fears, Thou, old Grey-bread ! art the Warden Of a far superior garden.
Sing, mournfully, oh ! mournfully, The Solitude of Binnorie. Some close behind,
some side by side, Like clouds in stormy weather, They run, and cry, " Nay let us
die, And let us die together." A Lake was near ; the shore was steep ; There never
Side by side they fought (the Lucies Were a line for valour famed) And where'er
their strokes alighted There the Saracens were tamed. Whence, then, could it
come the thought, By what evil spirit brought ? Oh ! can a brave Man wish to take
The poor Hart toils along the mountain side ; I will not stop to tell how far he fled,
Nor will I mention by what death he died ; But now the Knight beholds him lying
dead. Dismounting then, he leaned against a thorn ; He had no follower, Dog, nor
Him rather suits it, side by side with thee, Wrapped in a fit of pleasing indolence,
While thy tired lute hangs on the hawthorn tree, To lie and listen, till o'er-drowsed
sense Sinks, hardly conscious of the influence, To the soft murmur of the vagrant
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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.