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William Wordsworth

(1770-1850 / Cumberland / England)

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I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
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  • B. Laxmi Priya (7/17/2013 9:27:00 AM)

    I have read it hundreds of times since my childhood. It always appears fresh and new. Immortal composition. (Report) Reply

  • Buja Kipa (7/9/2013 3:20:00 PM)

    just as Deborah answered I'm shocked that anyone can make $8691 in 4 weeks on the internet. have you read this (Report) Reply

  • Andy Morris (6/23/2013 5:44:00 PM)

    Trees and grass
    Upon a hill
    A dandelion
    And a daffodil
    Well, a dandelion anyway
    There are no daffodils today
    But as if to somehow fill the need
    You'll always find a willing weed
    And I should know
    For I think I am
    In human form
    A dandelion (Report) Reply

  • Andy Morris (6/23/2013 5:42:00 PM)


    Trees and grass
    Upon a hill
    A dandelion
    And a daffodil
    Well, a dandelion anyway
    There are no daffodils today
    But as if to somehow fill the need
    You'll always find a willing weed
    And I should know
    For I think I am
    In human form
    A dandelion

    Andy Morris (Report) Reply

  • Barbara Mackenzie (4/1/2013 10:19:00 AM)

    My Nana was repeating words over and over the day before she passed away. Normally sharp as a tack, today she was like a broken record with no awareness of anybody else or anything, just these words. I had spent a lot of time with her over my life and had never heard them before. She was completely immersed in a patient, persistent, struggle with the words - which was not a simple task when actively dying, at 98. AND, after hours of stumbling over and over the first and then second stanza, it appeared (to me) that she was 'creating' and I thought she was having a moment of genius. So I (frantically writing) tried to grasp these wonderful words as they trickled out. I went home to google the words I had captured and to my amazement, my Nana was not becoming a savant, she was remembering. I printed the whole poem and the next morning (April 1,2009) she was still repeating. I began to read and she became silent. I read the entire thing and she didn't speak again. I read the poem over and over as she laid silent with a huge smile - and then she died. Sometimes the greatest gifts are simply profound. (Report) Reply

  • Srimayee Ganguly (12/15/2012 11:38:00 AM)

    And then my heart with pleasure fills,
    And dances with the daffodils.
    _Like Wordsworth, I am delighted too. The poem entranced me just like the daffodils entranced Wordsworth. (Report) Reply

  • Kezang Dawa (10/29/2012 12:58:00 AM)

    once born is we grow ole to die in the eyes of those who passersby.....once born is death so Parallel....worth poem! (Report) Reply

  • Elsie Louis (8/13/2012 9:35:00 AM)

    I know this is just what everyone else is saying... But... I love this poem. [3 (Report) Reply

  • De Sire (7/12/2012 3:11:00 AM)

    this poem reminds me that how fast is my life going........ this is a really heart touching poem (Report) Reply

  • Alan Peterson (7/11/2012 12:38:00 PM)

    Every time I see this poem, I think of the Bullwinkle's Corner version: http: // v=cv1L-8f2erg (Report) Reply

  • Ratnakar Mandlik (7/3/2012 1:29:00 AM)

    The poesy and the expressions exude eternal values. It is simply beautiful and a masterpiece penned by the masterstroke of a great poet. (Report) Reply

  • Aleksandra Szymanska (6/27/2012 5:58:00 PM)

    Masterpiece of all ages... Those who dare to use these words without a quotation mark and lie they are the sole authors should be 'lonely as a cloud' for the rest of their life... (Report) Reply

  • Renu Kakkar (6/4/2012 6:10:00 AM)

    i love this poem...when ever i am happy this poem and the dancing daffodils, i visualize, even my heart dances with the daffodils :) (Report) Reply

  • Joel Yates (6/3/2012 8:39:00 PM)

    This poem is a synecdoche where Wordsworth relates Nature as a whole to the dancing daffodils and the waves in the bay. This is truly a remarkable piece of poetry. (Report) Reply

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