I wandered lonely as a cloud That f

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.

Kết quả (Anh) 1:

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,Than 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 thoughtWhat 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.

Kết quả (Anh) 2:

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 That the stars 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 heads in sprightly dance có. The waves beside added danced, but chúng Out- sparkling waves in glee did the: 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, on my couch I lie khi Print vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon có inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.