“Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be...”
―
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be...”
―
“When from our better selves we have too long
Been parted by the hurrying world, and droop,
Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired,
How gracious, how benign, is Solitude”
―
Been parted by the hurrying world, and droop,
Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired,
How gracious, how benign, is Solitude”
―
“The music in my heart I bore
Long after it was heard no more.”
― Great Narrative Poems of the Romantic Age
Long after it was heard no more.”
― Great Narrative Poems of the Romantic Age
“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.”
― Lyrical Ballads
We cannot bid the ear be still;
Our bodies feel, where'er they be,
Against or with our will.”
― Lyrical Ballads
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