William Wordsworth — "The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction."
The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction.
The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction.
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"Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so…"
"I have no doubt that, in the present state of society, a Poet, by the very act of writing in metre, does in some degree separate himself from the mass of men, and from their immediate sympathy."
"The Poet writes for the pleasure of writing, and for the pleasure of being read."
"Earth has not anything to show more fair."
"The mind of man is framed even like the breath And harmony of music."
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