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 Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 9:55 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 9:57 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 9:57 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 9:58 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 9:58 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 9:59 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 9:59 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 10:00 am
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.
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 10:05 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 10:06 am
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 10:07 am
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
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 10:09 am
The Dusk drew earlier in—
The Morning foreign shone—
A courteous, yet harrowing Grace,
As Guest, that would be gone—
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 10:10 am
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.
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 10:11 am
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:
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 10:12 am
A Quietness distilled
As Twilight long begun,
Or Nature spending with herself
Sequestered Afternoon—
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