William Wordsworth — "Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting."
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting.
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"What is a Poet? To whom does he address himself? And what object hath he proposed to himself?"
"Strongest minds Are ever those of whom the noisy world Hears least."
"Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows Like harmony in music; there is a dark Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles Discordant elements, makes them cling together In one society."
"The common growth of mother-earth Suffices me—her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears."
"The Gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul."
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