Herald of a mighty band , Of a joyous train ensuing , Singing at my heart ' s
command , In the lanes my thoughts pursuing , I will sing , as doth behove ,
Hymns in praise of what I love ! VI . TO THE SAME FLOWER . PLEASURES
newly found TO ...
Sing , mournfully , oh ! mournfully , The Solitude of Binnorie . Beside a Grotto of
their own , With boughs above them closing , The Seven are laid , and in the
shade They lie like Fawns reposing . But now , upstarting with affright At noise of
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 ...
Thou sing ' st as if the God of wine Had helped thee to a Valentine ; A song in
mockery and despite Of shades , and dews , and silent Night ; And steady bliss ,
and all the loves Now sleeping in these peaceful Groves . I heard a Stock - dove
Reaping and singing by herself ; Stop here , or gently pass ! Alone she cuts , and
binds the grain , And sings a melancholy strain ; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is
overflowing with the sound . No Nightingale did ever chaunt So sweetly to ...
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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.