... and city - and suburban grove , And stately forest where the wild deer rove ;
And , in a clouded quarter of the sky , Through such a portal as with chearful eye
The traveller greets in time of threatened storm , Issued , to sudden view , a
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 ...
ns And these my exhortations ! 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
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 ...
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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.