If to a rock from rains he fly , Or , some bright day of April sky , Imprisoned by hot
sunshine lie Near the green holly , i And wearily at length should fare ; He needs
but look about , and there Thou art ! - a Friend at hand , to scare His melancholy .
Off , off ! or , puny Thing ! I ' ll hurl thee headlong with the rock To which thy fibres
cling . ” The Flood was tyrannous and strong ' ; The patient Briar suffered long ,
Nor did he utter groan or sigh , Hoping the . 67 The Waterfall and the Eglantine ...
6 - How Wallace fought for Scotland , left the name Of Wallace to be found , like a
wild flower , All over his dear Country ; left the deeds Of Wallace , like a family of
ghosts , To people the steep rocks and river banks Her natural sanctuaries , with
TO то , Those silver clouds collected round the sun His mid - day warmth abate
not , seeming less To overshade than multiply his beams By soft reflection -
grateful to the sky , To rocks , fields , woods . Nor doth our human sense Ask , for
Beneath the clear blue sky he saw A little field of meadow ground ; But field or
meadow name it not ; Call it of earth a small green plot , With rocks encompassed
round . The Swale flowed under the grey rocks , But he flowed quiet and unseen
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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.