Seven Sisters that together dwell ; But he , bold Knight as ever fought , Their
Father , took of them no thought , He loved the Wars so well . Sing , mournfully ,
oh ! mournfully , Fresh blows the wind , a western wind , And The Solitude of
Fresh blows the wind , a western wind , And from the shores of Erin , Across the
wave , a Rover brave To Binnorie is steering : Right onward to the Scottish strand
The gallant ship is borne ; The Warriors leap upon the land , And hark ! the ...
The noon - tide hour : - though truly some there are Whose footsteps
superstitiously avoid This venerable Tree ; for ; when the wind ' Blows keenly , it
sends forth a creaking sound ( Above the general roar of woods and crags )
Distinctly heard ...
Twas mist and rain , and storm and rain , No screen , no fence could I discover ,
And then the wind ! in faith , it was A wind full ten times over . I looked around , I
thought I saw A jutting crag , — and off I ran , Head - foremost , through the
... heavens through splendour of the show , It rang with music , — and methought
the wind Scattered the tuneful largess far ... asked not , might partake the cheer ,
Who listened not , could hear ; Where ' er the wild winds were allowed to blow !
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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.