I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
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.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way，
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay：
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Ten thousand saw I at a glance
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
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；
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.
margin n.页边空白；差额；余地，余裕；边，边缘
sprightly adj.愉快的，活泼的
jocund adj.快乐的，高兴的
pensive a.沉思的,哀思的,忧沉的
drawings bliss n.狂喜，福佑，天赐的福
A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal
A slumber 英语四级多少分合格did my spirit al1;
I had no human heaven什么意思fears:
She emed a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.
No motion has she now, no force;
She neither hears nor es;
Rolled number oneround in earth’s diurnal cour
With rocks, and stones, and trees.
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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;
when you were my girlSo be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
The World Is Too Much With Us
The world is too much with us; late and soon,占空比
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we e in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.—Great God! I'd rather be
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A Pagan, suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimps that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the a;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn
Compod Upon Westminster Bridge
---September 3, 1802
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, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
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The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! The very hous em asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!
