Quote #23

O Blithe newcomer! I have heard, I hear thee and rejoice. O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice?

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  1. Bright flower! whose home is everywhere Bold in maternal nature's care And all the long year through the heir Of joy or sorrow, Methinks th…
  2. No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery.
  3. Of vast circumference and gloom profound, This solitary Tree! A living thing Produced too slowly ever to decay; Of form and aspect too magn…
  4. Thou unassuming Common-place Of Nature, with that homely face, And yet with something of a grace, Which Love makes for thee!
  5. There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale, Which to this day stands single, in the midst Of its own darkness, as it stood of yore.
  6. Oft on the dappled turf at ease I sit, and play with similes, Loose types of things through all degrees.
  7. Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
  8. The light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the poet's dream.

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