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Come, blessed barrier between day and day, Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!
William Wordsworth
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William Wordsworth
Age: 80 †
Born: 1770
Born: April 7
Died: 1850
Died: April 23
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The Primrose for a veil had spread The largest of her upright leaves And thus for purposes benign, A simple flower deceives.
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The gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.
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Sad fancies do we then affect, In luxury of disrespect To our own prodigal excess Of too familiar happiness.
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With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
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How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land!
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