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Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood by William Wordsworth

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of … Continue reading

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