Daffodils by William Wordsworth I WANDERED lonely as a cloud

Daffodils 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.

Prologue by William Blake
Oh for a voice like thunder, and a tongue
To drown the throat of war!
When the senses are shaken and the soul is driven to madness,
Who can stand?
When the souls of the oppressed
Fight in the troubled air that rages, who can stand?
When the whirlwind of fury comes from the Throne of God, when the frowns of
his countenance
Drive the nations together, who can stand?
When Sin claps his broad wings over the battle,
And sails rejoicing in a flood of Death;
When souls are torn to everlasting fire,
And fiends of Hell rejoice upon the slain,
O who can stand?
O who hath caused this? O who can answer at the throne of God?
The Kings and the Nobles of the Land have done it.
Hear it not Heaven, thy ministers have done it!"