The+Solitary+Reaper

This is the page for the group discussing and dissecting the poem the solitary reaper. ie Crooks Fitzpatrick Goodman and Tooley.



Hello person who decieded to correct Wordsworth. I don't know if you have a different edition then we have, don't worry we don't mind.

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The Solitary Reaper
Behold her, single in the field Yon solitary highland lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, and sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.

No Nightingale did ever chaunt [chant] More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands: A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In springtime from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.

Will no one tell me what she sings?-- Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been or may be again?

Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang As if her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her work And o'er the sickle bending;-- I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more. 



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