William Wordsworth — "The common growth of mother-earth Suffices me—her tears, her mirth, Her humblest…"
The common growth of mother-earth Suffices me—her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears.
The common growth of mother-earth Suffices me—her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears.
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"My whole life has been a struggle with the world."
"What is a Poet? To whom does he address himself? And what object hath he proposed to himself?"
"I am not a metaphysician, but a simple-minded man."
"The eye—it cannot choose but see; We cannot bid the ear be still; Our bodies feel, where'er they be, Against or with our will."
"To be incapable of a feeling of poetry, in proportion to the degree in which one is so, is to be without love of human nature, and without reverence for God."
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