William Wordsworth

England
7 Apr 1770 // 23 Apr 1850
Poet

Since every mortal power of Coleridge
Was frozen at its marvellous source,
The rapt one, of the godlike forehead,
The heaven-eyed creature sleeps in earth:
And Lamb, the frolic and the gentle,
Has vanished from his lonely hearth.
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Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg


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