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 ...

Composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey, on revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a tour. July 13, 1798 Five years have past; five summers, with the length Of five long winters! and again I hear ...

I had no human fears: She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force; She neither hears nor sees; Rolled sound in earth's diurnal course, With ...

Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning: silent ...