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... in wondrous perspective displayed, A landscape richer than the happiest skill
Of pencil ever clothed with light and shade ; An intermingled pomp of vale and
hill, Tower, town, and city — and suburban grove, And stately forest where the
Once again Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs, Which on a wild secluded
scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion ; and connect The landscape
with the quiet of the sky. The day is come when I again repose Here, under this
Which, at this season, with their unripe fruits, Are clad in one green hue, and lose
themselves Among the woods and copses, nor disturb The wild green landscape.
Once again I see These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive ...
Nor, perchance, If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from
thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence, wilt thou then forget That on the
banks of this delightful stream We stood together ; and that I, so long A
He, two-and-thirty years or more, Had been a wild and woodland rover ; Had
heard the Atlantic surges roar On farthest Cornwall's rocky shore, And trod the
cliffs of Dover. And he had seen Caernarvon's towers, And well he knew the spire
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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.