The waves beside them danced; but they In such a jocund company; I gazed—and gazed-but little thought For oft when on my couch I lie And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. From LINES COMPOSED A FEW MILES BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH For I have learned. To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power A motion and a spirit, that impels All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And mountains; and of all that we behold SONNET BY JOHN KEATS To one who has been long in city pent And open face of heaven, to breathe a prayer Who is more happy, when, with heart's content, THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings. I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray, I hear it in the deep heart's core. |