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And to my Friend, who knows me, I may add,
Unapprehensive of reproof, that hence
Ensued a diffidence and modesty,
And I was taught to feel, perhaps too much,
The self-sufficing power of solitude.

Reading The Prelude and, boy, was Wordsworth full of himself. All this reading through my life seems to almost suggest it’s a prerequisite for genius.

Trying to read this whole book this year!

There’s something in a flying horse,
There’s something in a huge balloon,
But through the clouds I’ll never float
Until I have a little boat
In shape just like the crescent moon.

And now I have a little boat
In shape just like the crescent moon.
Fast through the clouds my boat can sail,
But if perchance your faith should fail,
Look up and you shall see me soon.

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There is only one William Wordsworth.

O Sir! the good die first,
And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust
Burn to the socket.