Sonnet 42That thou hast her it is not all my grief,And yet it may be said I loved her dearly;That she hath thee is of my wailing chief,A loss in love that touches me more nearly. Loving offenders thus I will excuse ye:Thou dost...

Sonnet 73That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of...

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 in the breeze.Continuous as the stars tha...

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 in the breeze.Continuous as the stars tha...

It is the hour when from the boughsThe nightingale"s high note is heard;It is the hour when lovers" vowsSeem sweet in every whispered word;And gentle winds and waters near,Make music to the lovely ear.Each flower the dews...