WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
A being breathing thoughtful breath, A traveller between life and death; The rcabon firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and bkill; A perfect Woman, nobly plann'd, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.
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��544 Daffodils
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 bhine And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They strctch'd 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 spaiklmg 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:
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