William Wordsworth. 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
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 foot had been ; They ran , and with a desperate leap ...
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 ...
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 ...
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
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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.