------The sky is overcast
With a continuous cloud of texture close,
Heavy and wan, all whitened by the Moon,
Which through that veil is indistinctly seen,
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Still deepens its unfathomable depth. At length the Vision closes; and the mind, Not undisturbed by the delight it feels, Which slowly settles into peaceful calm, Is left to muse upon the solemn scene. a very fine poem. tony
spellbound.really a heavy metal rocking in a peacefull silence.
THE POET DESCRIBES THE HAPPINESS MOMENT IN THE NIGHT. SO NICE POEM.
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At length a pleasant instantaneous gleam Startles the pensive traveller while he treads His lonesome path, with unobserving eye Bent earthwards; he looks up- the clouds are split Asunder, - and above his head he sees The clear Moon, and the glory of the heaven very good
Awesome narration of nature- at night- the clouds, sky...... A great poem penned by a great poet gifted with superb imagery.
Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay; Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
sky an interesting subject which relates to nature and much written by the great poet in several other poems and his poems are more accurate while taking subject of nature.
sky an interesting subject which relates to nature and much written by the great poet in several other poems and his poems are more accurate while taking subject of nature.
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this poem was too long so i didn't read it any recommendations of GOOD poems? ? of course not, nothing like that actually EXISTS! !
he nerrates the beauty of nature and tells us how nature can inspires us.beautiful.
in a few minutes the night sky is blanketed in white not a star twinkle except our bated breath
At length the Vision closes; and the mind, Not undisturbed by the delight it feels, Which slowly settles into peaceful calm, Is left to muse upon the solemn scene. The greatness o Wordsworth