Daffodils by William Wordsworth 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…
The Dark Blue Sea by Lord Byron There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,There is a rapture on the lonely shore,There is society where none intrudes,By the deep sea, and music in its roar:I love not man the less, but…
The Fountain by William Wordsworth We talked with open heart, and tongueAffectionate and true,A pair of friends, though I was young,And Matthew seventy-two. We lay beneath a spreading oak,Beside a mossy seat;And from …
The Little Girl Lost by William Blake Children of the future age,Reading this indignant page,Know that in a former timeLove, sweet love, was thought a crime. In the age of gold,Free from winter’s cold,Youth and maiden…
A month, sweet Little-ones, is pastSince your dear Mother went away,—And she tomorrow will return;Tomorrow is the happy day. O blessed tidings! thought of joy!The eldest heard with steady glee;Silent he stood; then la…
Children, I come back todayTo tell you a story of the long dark wayThat I had to climb, that I had to knowIn order that the race might live and grow.Look at my face — dark as the night —Yet shining like the sun with l…