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Published by: Dzenana Holic on Mar 10, 2012
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READING LISTTHE DAFFODILS; OR, I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUDby: William Wordsworth (1770-1850)I wandered lonely as a cloudThat 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 shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in never-ending lineAlong the margin of the bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.The waves beside them danced; but theyOut-did the sparkling waves in gleeA poet could not but be gay,In such a jocund companyI gazed -- and gazed -- but little thoughtWhat wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.IMMORTALITY ODEThere was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,The earth, and every common sight,To me did seemApparelled in celestial light,The glory and the freshness of a dream.It is not now as it hath been of yore;--
Turn wheresoe’er I may,
 By night or day,The things which I have seenI now can see no more.IIThe Rainbow comes and goes,And lovely is the Rose,The Moon doth with delightLook round her when the heavens are bare,
Waters on a starry nightAre beautiful and fair;The sunshine is a glorious birth;
But yet I know, where’er I go,
 That there hath past away a glory from the earth.IIINow, while the birds thus sing a joyous song,And while the young lambs bound
As to the tabor’s s
ound,To me alone there came a thought of grief:A timely utterance gave that thought relief,And I again am strong:The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep;No more shall grief of mine the season wrong;I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng,The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep,And all the earth is gay;Land and seaGive themselves up to jollity,And with the heart of MayDoth every Beast keep holiday;--Thou Child of Joy,Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happyShepherd-boy!

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