All of the these show the similarity in wordsworth\'s poem and longfellow\'s essay except a) both describe natural objects. b) both make use of visual images. c) both detail the delight that nature can inspire. d) both recognize the potential for nature to be deadly.
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;
5beside 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
10along 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:
15a 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
20in 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.

spring
by henry wadsworth longfellow

in all climates spring is beautiful. the birds begin to sing; they utter a few joyful notes, and then wait for an answer in the silent woods. those green-coated musicians, the frogs, make holiday in the neighboring marshes. they, too, belong to the orchestra of nature, whose vast theater is opened, though the doors have been so long bolted with icicles, and the scenery hung with snow and frost like cobwebs. this is the prelude which announces the opening of the scene. already the grass shoots forth, the waters leap with thrilling force through the veins of the earth, the sap through the veins of the plants and trees, the blood through the veins of man. what a thrill of delight in springtime! what a joy in being and moving. men are at work in gardens, and in the air there is an odor of the fresh earth. the leaf buds begin to swell and blush. the white blossoms of the cherry hang upon the boughs like snowflakes; and ere long our next door neighbor will be completely hidden from us by the dense green foliage. the may flowers open their soft blue eyes. and at night so cloudless and so still! overhead bends the blue sky, dewy and soft, and radiant with innumerable stars, like the inverted bell of some blue flower sprinkled with golden dust and breathing fragrance. or, if the heavens are overcast, it is no wild storm of wind and rain, but clouds that melt and fall in showers. one does not wish to sleep, but lies awake to hear the pleasant sound of the dropping rain.