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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"The common growth of mother-earth Suffices me—her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears."
"The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers."
"The best portion of a good man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love."
"One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can."
"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."
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