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Quotes from A Poet's Epitaph — William Wordsworth

1770–1850 England

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The harvest of a quiet eye,
That broods and sleeps on his own heart.

A Poet's Epitaph (1799)

And you must love him, ere to you
He will seem worthy of your love.

A Poet's Epitaph (1799)

He murmurs near the running brooks
A music sweeter than their own.

A Poet's Epitaph (1799)

A fingering slave,
One that would peep and botanize
Upon his mother's grave.

A Poet's Epitaph (1799)

A reasoning, self-sufficing thing,
An intellectual All-in-all!

A Poet's Epitaph (1799)

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Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: William Wordsworth (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.