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 mind of man is framed even like the breath And harmony of music."
"Books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good."
"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart."
"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 common growth of mother-earth Suffices me—her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears."
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