I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud (William Wordsworth)

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

By William Wordsworth

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

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.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

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Dear diary,

Today began as a very boring day and again I totally didn’t know what to do.
The holidays started and everyone was gone. That made me feel quite lonely, but then I read
a little article in the newspaper about a national park: Lake District. I had nothing
better to do and I had never been there before. So it seemed like a good plan to go there
today.   Meanwhile I did asked to myself that moment: ‘What am I doing with my life? What’s the meaning of life?’ But then I still took my car and drove to the park.

After I arrived I parked my car and went into the park. I walked along the road without a real
purpose. And then I saw the lake. It was very beautiful and, when I stood there at the shore,
I suddenly saw a group of yellow daffodils. The sun was shining and that made them look
almost golden. Then I had to stand still for a moment to look at the beautiful flowers
underneath a tree. It looked as if angels threw some sunrays over them.

But there still was a little breeze that made the daffodils flutter and dance in the wind. I looked further and I discovered more groups of daffodils along the margin of the lake. It was
an elongated row of daffodils! They were with more than I thought. I couldn’t even see where
the row stopped anymore. It was like watching the night sky, or a beautiful sunrise; There’s so much they hold. They made me so happy that i secretly did a little dance of joy with them.
Like I already said there was a breeze. So it was a very little stormy day. That made the
waves in the lake look like they danced with us. It was a sparkling spectacle. I think that at
that moment there wasn’t even one girl as happy as this one with the cheery flowers as
her company. But did she also realized that when she was there? I was participating just
like the waves in the lake and nothing more. It was only later, when I was back home and I
lay my the couch again, thinking of all myfriends who are on holiday and when the
feeling of loneliness started to come back, that I thought back on the golden daffodils and I
realized how much happiness they had brought to me. I knew what I was doing with
my life and so I stood up from the couch and I danced with those daffodils in my mind.
And as I’m writing this in my diary, I have to smile again.

I’ll see you tomorrow, Diary!

Lots of love,
Dorothy Cloud

by Anonymous

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud (William Wordsworth)

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

By William Wordsworth

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

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.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

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Dear diary,

Today was the craziest day of my life. My wife is just separated from me and I have just lost my job. They said I am too old. But that isn’t the reason. I though all things goes wrong. Why happens this to me and why not another person. But fifteen minutes ago dear diary I realized why this things happen to me. I was getting worse for a long time. My wife was just busy with earing money and more money and more. But she was not the only person who was thinking about money also in the rest of the society. Everyone is get into money. I was not different from the rest of the people. What I understand that we forget to enjoy of your life and we are never satisfied. And now I have lost everything I understand what I had. I should be the happiest person of the life. I had everything what I want. I had a wife a nice job and a beautiful house with a garden, but I wasn’t happy. I was realizing what I had when I was walking through the nature. I came totally to rust. I saw the daffodils in nature and I enjoyed thekm. I was walking through trees. There was a lake beside me. The water was calm and there were no waves. I couldn’t hear anything, except the birds who are chirping. What I felt was so long time ago! The beauty of the nature was amazing and everyone should one time a week walk into the nature. We have to protect our nature and be careful with it. I am now happy and I feel me a new person. So dear diary remember to enjoy of the life and enjoy of the nature.

by Anonymous

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud (William Wordsworth)

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

By William Wordsworth

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

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.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

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Dear diary,

I woke up early in the morning and had no idea what to do, so I decided to go for a walk because I couldn’t stay at home and do nothing. “Some fresh air would satisfy me.” That’s what I thought and left my house.

I was wandering lonely, without any purpose, through the beautiful nature. As lonely as a cloud that is excluded from the rest of the world. Thinking about the meaning of life. The thoughts in my head were as excluded from the world as a cloud. I continued wandering over hills and valleys. Suddenly I saw a group of flowers. I couldn’t stop gazing at them, because they were gleaming. The gold color of the flowers were controlling my eyes. I think these flowers are more than special. They’re called daffodils. I had never seen such flowers before beside the lake and beneath the trees. The wind let them dance, just like humans do. The upper parts of the flowers were moving slowly from the left to the right. The flowers, the daffodils, were as continuous as the stars. They couldn’t stop gleaming and there were so many of them. They stretched in a never-ending line and I guess there were thousands of them. Not only the flowers were beautiful on their own, but the waves of the lake next the flowers were flowing differently compared to a normal lake. It looked like the lake was dancing with the flowers. But no matter what, nothing could beat the beauty of the flowers.

When I had come home, I decided to lie on the couch. My mind was empty and I didn’t feel good. I had no idea what to do. But then, I remembered the daffodils and an image of them flashed through my mind. Immediately I felt better and the loneliness of my mind was kicked out. The image of the daffodils was as real as the reality and I imagined myself dancing, just like the flowers and the waves of the lake.

by Anonymous

 

(Extract from) The Ballad of Reading Gaol (Oscar Wilde)

(Extract from) The Ballad of Reading Gaol

by Oscar Wilde

He did not wear his scarlet coat,
For blood and wine are red,
And blood and wine were on his hands
When they found him with the dead,
The poor dead woman whom he loved,
And murdered in her bed.

He walked amongst the Trial Men
In a suit of shabby grey;
A cricket cap was on his head,
And his step seemed light and gay;
But I never saw a man who looked
So wistfully at the day.

I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which prisoners call the sky,
And at every drifting cloud that went
With sails of silver by.

I walked, with other souls in pain,
Within another ring,
And was wondering if the man had done
A great or little thing,
When a voice behind me whispered low,
“That fellow’s got to swing.”

Dear Christ! the very prison walls
Suddenly seemed to reel,
And the sky above my head became
Like a casque of scorching steel;
And, though I was a soul in pain,
My pain I could not feel.

I only knew what hunted thought
Quickened his step, and why
He looked upon the garish day
With such a wistful eye;
The man had killed the thing he loved
And so he had to die.

Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!

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Dear Diary,

I saw him walking in the halls. I saw the colour of wine on his hands. With blood on his hands he was found next to his wife. Murdered in her bed. He cut the throat of his own beloved Laura Ellen. His view at the day was so wistful but I never did I see it. While I was walking with other prisoners on my side, I was wondering. I was wondering what the man had done. If he had done a great or little thing. But then someone scared me. ‘That fellow’s got to swing’, someone whispered in my ear. That ‘fellow’ was my friend Woolridge. Woolridge had killed the thing he loved. Because of that he had to die. This scared me so much I could not feel my pain anymore and it felt like the prison walls were moving around me.

Woolridge will be executed for killing his wife.

But why did he murder his wife? I wouldn’t know. I don’t understand why you would take your loved ones away voluntary.

The pain I feel by being separared from my family is so much of an emotion I never felt before. But the execution makes me feel more angry. Why is this punishment so brutal?

Yet each man kills the thing he loves.

by Anonymous

Ozymandias (Percy Bysshe Shelley)

Ozymandias

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear —
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.’

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Dear diary,

Today something really strange happened. I was just walking to my work when someone suddenly began to talk to me. It was probably a traveler, I think he said he was from Egypt. But the strange thing was what he said, I do not remember it very clearly, it all happened so fast. But I will try to write it down.

“Two large legs without a body on top of them, build from stone, were standing in the desert. Close to those two legs lay a damaged face, nearly buried by the sand. You could tell by the angry look, the creased lips and grin on its face that the sculptor knew what he was doing when he tried to give the statue its personality. The man defied his underlings in many ways and was very cruel to them, but he did take care of them in a way. On the support of the statue was the following written: ‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!’ It was a great king a long time ago, but nothing of what he built is still standing, everything is gone, except for the few parts of his colossal statue. And a lot of sand.”

It was really weird when he suddenly said this, but I think I know what he was trying to say. That you shouldn’t focus too much achieving something that is temporary, because in time it will be gone and no one will remember. And bragging about something that is in your possession now is maybe cool at the moment, but in time it will only make people laugh, like they will laugh at this statue. It was once the statue of a great man, but everything he had is now gone and doesn’t impress anyone. Instead try to achieve something timeless, like an invention.

by Anonymous

No Coward Soul Is Mine (Emily Brontë)

No Coward Soul Is Mine

By Emily Brontë

No coward soul is mine
No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere
I see Heaven’s glories shine
And Faith shines equal arming me from Fear

O God within my breast
Almighty ever-present Deity
Life, that in me hast rest,
As I Undying Life, have power in Thee

Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain,
Worthless as withered weeds
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main

To waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by thy infinity,
So surely anchored on
The steadfast rock of Immortality.

With wide-embracing love
Thy spirit animates eternal years
Pervades and broods above,
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates and rears

Though earth and moon were gone
And suns and universes ceased to be
And Thou wert left alone
Every Existence would exist in thee

There is not room for Death
Nor atom that his might could render void
Since thou art Being and Breath
And what thou art may never be destroyed.

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Dear Diary,

Today I started thinking.

I thought about faith, which is just a belief in something that cannot be seen. But faith is that one thing in which I have complete trust.
Combined with after-life, faith is that one thing that makes me think I can overcome any fear.
But faith is also there to encourage.

Today I started thinking.
In my soul, there is this part which pervades everything.
It’s the part where God is present, always.
And by believing in the everlasting life, anyone should posses this part, in which I feel the deity’s power.

Today I started thinking.
In man’s souls, there are those creeds I cannot speak about. Vain.
And it is sad because those creeds, this vain, distracts them from the most important thing.

But to change that, instead of holding on to the infinity, they should have trust and faith in something more solid.
But my belief, my creed cannot be changed by vain.

Today I started thinking
Again and again I thought about how strong I feel by believing in god.
Because of this power, I know there is a live after death. Because of this power I am not afraid for death anymore

Today I started thinking
I thought that if there was nothing left, no earth, no moon, and even the universe stopped existing, life still exists in deity.
God has always been present, he is present, and he will always be present.
Today I started thinking
Again, again and again I thought about the undying life.
Death cannot and wil never overcome my belief, my creed in that One who gave me the power.

The power to live forever.

 

by Anonymous

I Hid My Love (John Clare)

I Hid My Love

by John Clare

I hid my love when young till I
Couldn’t bear the buzzing of a fly;
I hid my love to my despite
Till I could not bear to look at light:
I dare not gaze upon her face
But left her memory in each place;
Where’er I saw a wild flower lie
I kissed and bade my love good-bye.

I met her in the greenest dells,
Where dewdrops pearl the wood bluebells;
The lost breeze kissed her bright blue eye,
The bee kissed and went singing by,
A sunbeam found a passage there,
A gold chain round her neck so fair;
As secret as the wild bee’s song
She lay there all the summer long.

I hid my love in field and town
Till e’en the breeze would knock me down;
The bees seemed singing ballads o’er,
The fly’s bass turned a lion’s roar;
And even silence found a tongue,
To haunt me all the summer long;
The riddle nature could not prove
Was nothing else but secret love.

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Dear diary,

When I was younger I was madly in love with a girl. I tried to hide my love and forget it, but every small noise made me crazy. I couldn’t even bear the buzzing of a fly, the ticking of a clock or the flowing of water because everything reminded me of her.

I hid my love, but in fact I really wanted to tell someone how strong my love for her was. I wanted someone to understand my love, because I was slowly turning insane. I couldn’t bear to look at light or do anything as simple as write in my diary, read a book or lace my shoes, since I couldn’t think of anything else than my dear love.

I decided I couldn’t live this way any longer and desperately tried to forget her. I forced myself not to look at her anymore, but soon found out this wasn’t working. Her memory was everywhere. Her memory was in the waves of the sea, the rain and the wild flowers. Whenever I saw them I bade my love goodbye because I had to forget her and ignore my stupidity.

Excuse me, dear diary, I’m just rambling. Let me start at the beginning. I saw my love for the first time in Blue Bell Pub. I was just drinking a beer with my mates when my eyes fell upon her. She immediately enchanted me with her beauty. She has beautiful blue eyes. I could drown in those eyes of her. The sunlight shone upon her face and from that moment on I knew I was lost. She is just divine. I really don’t have enough words to describe how pretty she is. She was my secret all summer. I couldn’t meet her or be with her, but in my mind I was constantly with her.

I tried hopelessly to hide my love but literally everything reminded me of her. The sea as blue as her eyes, the sun as clear as her smile and the bees buzzing like her voice. My love for her just kept growing and every tiny thing made it worse. I couldn’t forget her and just ignore it. She was driving me mad. My love was too strong. Even the silence reminded me of her. I couldn’t relax the whole summer, because my heart was constantly aching. It was just so intense, but when I look back at it now I know it was just a silly secret love.

Love John.

by Anonymous

London (William Blake)

London

By William Blake

I wander thro’ each charter’d street,
Near where the charter’d Thames does flow.
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

In every cry of every Man,
In every Infants cry of fear,
In every voice: in every ban,
The mind-forg’d manacles I hear

How the Chimney-sweepers cry
Every blackning Church appalls,
And the hapless Soldiers sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls

But most thro’ midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlots curse
Blasts the new-born Infants tear
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse

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Dear diary,

Today I decided to go for a walk, my schedule was blank anyways so I thought some fresh air would’ve been nothing but satisfying. I left my house and just wandered. While I was making my way through London, I started thinking about life and about society. I had never expected it to be so depressing. I came to the realisation that the city isn’t what it has been. Back in the old days, man admired the city and it’s nature around while nowadays it’s rather a playground for the industries. It ruins the city by painting buildings black as tar with its smoke. I came across the house of God and there were few people in it. Lucifer holds most of the cords nowadays. But not only the city itself is affected, no, also its people. Strangers I met seemed all full of grief. Even children, the future of our society. Man has surrendered to the industries and all the harm it brings. Man has imprisoned himself. The royal house is guilty of fighting pointless battles and the death and harm it causes among our brave soldiers. It is operating in its self-interest while keeping a blind eye on what’s happening to its people. But dear diary, if you think this is bad, you must know the night is even worse. I was stunned by London’s women of pleasure: my eyes saw appearances so young but my ears heard an adult tongue and newborns crying honest tears. I heard the sick coughing out their lungs because of the smoke and the diseases afflicting the city. The wedding cars I saw during the day, now carry bodies already in decay. O my diary, how has my come to this point? I just can’t believe it. But for now good night. For now the only thing I desire is to wander through the harmonious world in my mind.

by Gijs van Iterson