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More quotes by William Wordsworth
Men are we, and must grieve when even the Shade
Of that which once was great, is passed away.
The light that never was, on sea or land,
The consecration, and the poet's dream.
Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on,
Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.
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'Tis pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul:
I think the Romans call it Stoicism.
No place affords a more striking conviction of the vanity of human hopes than a public library.
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