I wander’d lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the...
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When we were idlers with the loitering rills, The need of human love we little noted: Our love was nature; and the peace that floated On the white mist, and dwelt upon the hills, To sweet accord subdued our wayward wills: One soul was ours, one mind, one heart devoted,...
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The fair varieties of earth, The heavens serene and blue above, The rippling smile of mighty seas— What is the charm of all, but love?
By love they minister to thought, Love makes them breathe the poet’s song; When their Creator best is prais’d, ‘Tis...
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If any sense in mortal dust remains When mine has been refin'd from flower to flower, Won from the sun all colours, drunk the shower And delicate winy dews, and gain'd the gains Which elves who sleep in airy bells, a-swing Through half a summer day, for love bestow...
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I found Thee in my heart, O Lord, As in some secret shrine; I knelt, I waited for Thy word, I joyed to name Thee mine.
I feared to give myself away To that or this; beside Thy altar on my face I lay, And in strong need I cried.
Those...
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Room after room, I hunt the house through We inhabit together. Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her-- Next time, herself!--not the trouble behind her Left in the curtain, the couch's perfume! As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed...
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I said--Then, dearest, since 'tis so, Since now at length my fate I know, Since nothing all my love avails, Since all, my life seem'd meant for, fails, Since this was written and needs must be-- My whole heart rises up to bless Your name in pride and...
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Maxwelton's hills are bonnie Where early falls the dew And 'twas there that Annie Laurie Gived me her promise true. Gived me her promise true Which ne'er forgot shall be And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me down and die.
Her brow is like the...
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Friend, whose smile has come to be Very precious unto me, Though I know I drank not first Of your love’s bright fountain-burst, Yet I grieve not for the past, So you only love me last!
Other souls may find their joy In the blind love of a boy: ...
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Love not, love not! ye hapless sons of clay! Hope’s gayest wreaths are made of earthly flowers— Things that are made to fade and fall away Ere they have blossom’d for a few short hours. Love not!
Love not! the thing ye love may change: The rosy lip may...
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