Poem Daffodils oleh 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 tampil to me had brought:
For oft, when on my dipan, sofa I lie
In vacant atau in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my jantung with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
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 tampil to me had brought:
For oft, when on my dipan, sofa I lie
In vacant atau in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my jantung with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
In dropped smoky evening with countless fires burning flame which is torn blue cold dark. In small settlements rang sharp, hysterical scream.
Andjelija allocate the plates for makan malam pack of children. The scream came from the left room, where a few moments Elvira just came to prepare the bed.
- What started the carnage.
She raised the gun he always wore them. In the middle of the room she noticed an Indian who was holding the hand Elvira Premrl fear. His face was punctured, distortion of smallpox...
Andjelija allocate the plates for makan malam pack of children. The scream came from the left room, where a few moments Elvira just came to prepare the bed.
- What started the carnage.
She raised the gun he always wore them. In the middle of the room she noticed an Indian who was holding the hand Elvira Premrl fear. His face was punctured, distortion of smallpox...
It was like the wind beneath my wings
It was the light that shines bright through the dark
I was waiting for my knight
To come save me from this awful life
And now that he came
It all just faded away
After every lie he surrounded me with
Which made it difficulty for me to trust
He treated me like I have no feelings
It made this little scare grow bigger in my chest
So now in hurting, but he doesn't even know
I'm hopeless, useless and pointless
These are the things I turned into
After he left me hanging with this hole in my heart
So here I am now
Standing with a broken heart
Trying to live my life again
But no matter how many times I've tried
It just make me hate cinta even more
The carousel of lies, In which we all ride.
Prohibiting us from cinta so abide.
anda cannot see clearly, take a closer look.
At the words in my sad, endless book.
One lie after another, It comes so easy.
Unfortunately the outcome may not be so pleasing.
The truth hurts, heals and stores.
The lies which we have made before.
Lies of love, lies of hate.
Maybe soon we will be set straight.
permen coating lies to segel the truth.
atau painful lies to stain our suits
The mask we are behind is ought to break,
As well the carousel of lies we rode yesterday.
Yeah so um if anyone wants to request a poem topic then go ahead. komentar ? Thanks (:
-OfmiceandDes
Prohibiting us from cinta so abide.
anda cannot see clearly, take a closer look.
At the words in my sad, endless book.
One lie after another, It comes so easy.
Unfortunately the outcome may not be so pleasing.
The truth hurts, heals and stores.
The lies which we have made before.
Lies of love, lies of hate.
Maybe soon we will be set straight.
permen coating lies to segel the truth.
atau painful lies to stain our suits
The mask we are behind is ought to break,
As well the carousel of lies we rode yesterday.
Yeah so um if anyone wants to request a poem topic then go ahead. komentar ? Thanks (:
-OfmiceandDes
