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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"I am a worshipper of the beautiful, and a lover of the good."
"Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity."
"The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers."
"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."
"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart."
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