William Wordsworth piosenki

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 dancing Daffodils; Along the Lake, beneath the trees, Ten thousand dancing in the breeze. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the...

It seems a day One of those heavenly days which cannot die When forth I sallied from our cottage-door And with a wallet o'er my shoulder slung A nutting crook in hand, I turn'd my steps Towards the distant woods, a Figure quaint Trick'd out in proud disg...