Wordsworth

[sandandfoam]

I'm really getting into his poetry.
Lines Written in Early Spring really touched me

I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it griev'd my heart to think
What man has made of man.
Through primrose-tufts, in that sweet bower,
The periwinkle trail'd its wreathes;
And 'tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
The birds around me hopp'd and play'd:
Their thoughts I cannot measure,
But the least motion which they made,
It seem'd a thrill of pleasure.
The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.
If I these thoughts may not prevent,
If such be of my creed the plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?

Have we reason to lament what man has made of man?

 

[England my lionheart]

I like Wordsworth and this little poem is quite jolly.
I wandered 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 milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils

 

[sandandfoam]

I like that one a lot too. It brings my imagination straight to the Lake District in springtime.

 

[England my lionheart]

I like that one a lot too. It brings my imagination straight to the Lake District in springtime.

Yes its a beautiful place

 

[monta]

The Daffodils was murdered for me by being drilled into my head on a daily basis at school, but I love his other poems , this one stops me in my tracks no matter how often I read it.

[FONT=verdana, arial]Surprised by joy[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana, arial]Surprised by joy -impatient as the wind [/FONT]
[FONT=verdana, arial]I turned to share the transport - Oh! with whom [/FONT]
[FONT=verdana, arial]But Thee, deep buried in the silent tomb, [/FONT]
[FONT=verdana, arial]That spot which no vicissitude can find? [/FONT]
[FONT=verdana, arial]Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind - [/FONT]
[FONT=verdana, arial]But how could I forget thee? Through what power, [/FONT]
[FONT=verdana, arial]Even for the least division of an hour, [/FONT]
[FONT=verdana, arial]Have I been so beguiled as to be blind [/FONT]
[FONT=verdana, arial]To my most grievous loss? - That thought's return [/FONT]
[FONT=verdana, arial]Was the worst pang that sorrow ever bore [/FONT]
[FONT=verdana, arial]Save one, one only, when I stood forlorn, [/FONT]
[FONT=verdana, arial]Knowing my heart's best treasure was no more; [/FONT]
[FONT=verdana, arial]That neither present time, nor years unborn, [/FONT]
[FONT=verdana, arial]Could to my sight that heavenly face restore. [/FONT]