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  • I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous boy, The sleepless soul that perished in his pride; Of him who walked in glory and in joy, Following his plough, along the mountain-side. By our own spirits we are deified; We Poets in our youth begin in gladness, But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : William Wordsworth Quotes , Pride Quotes , Boys Quotes
  • Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : William Wordsworth Quotes , Life Quotes , Eye Quotes