William Wordsworth

One great society alone on earth: the noble living and the noble dead.

One great society alone on earth: the noble living and the noble dead.

I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds
With coldness still returning;
Alas! the gratitude of men
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I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds
With coldness still returning;
Alas! the gratitude of men
Hath often left me mourning.

Why should not grave Philosophy be styled.
Herself, a dreamer of a kindred stock,
A dreamer, yet read more

Why should not grave Philosophy be styled.
Herself, a dreamer of a kindred stock,
A dreamer, yet more spiritless and dull?

The intellectual power, through words and things,
Went sounding on, a dim and perilous way!

The intellectual power, through words and things,
Went sounding on, a dim and perilous way!

My eyes are dim with childish tears,
My heart is idly stirred,
For the same sound is read more

My eyes are dim with childish tears,
My heart is idly stirred,
For the same sound is in my ears
Which in those days I heard.