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...
Daffodils
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Poetry
Insect World
Insect World by Edgar A. Guest We know so little. That whene'er I pass I think I hear faint whisperings in the grass...
March
March William Wordsworth The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter,...