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And in this smooth and open dell There is a tempest-stricken tree ; A corner-stone
by lightning cut, The last stone of a cottage hut ; And in this dell you see A thing
no storm can e'er destroy, The shadow of a Danish Boy. In clouds above, the ...
... It looks so old and gray. Not higher than a two years' child It stands erect, this
aged Thorn ; No leaves it has, no thorny points ; It is a mass of knotted joints, A
wretched thing forlorn. It stands erect, and like a stone With lichens it is
Then home he went, and left the Hart, stone-dead, With breathless nostrils
stretched above the spring. — Soon did the Knight perform what he had said,
And far and wide the fame thereof did ring. Ere thrice the moon into her port had
What this imported I could ill divine : And, pulling now the rein my horse to stop, I
saw three Pillars standing in a line, The last Stone Pillar on a dark hill-top. The
trees were gray, with neither arms nor head ; Half-wasted the square Mound of ...
There's neither dog nor heifer, horse nor sheep, Will wet his lips within that Cup
of stone ; And oftentimes, when all are fast asleep, This water doth send forth a
dolorous groan. Some say that here a murder has been done, And blood cries
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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.