William Wordsworth

There's something in a flying horse,
There's something in a huge balloon.

There's something in a flying horse,
There's something in a huge balloon.

Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were read more

Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were trouble to my dreams.

Brook! whose society the poet seeks,
Intent his wasted spirits to renew;
And whom the curious painter read more

Brook! whose society the poet seeks,
Intent his wasted spirits to renew;
And whom the curious painter doth pursue
Through rocky passes, among flowery creeks,
And tracks thee dancing down thy water-breaks.

A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Thou unassuming Commonplace
Of Nature.

Thou unassuming Commonplace
Of Nature.