William Wordsworth

7 Apr 1770 // 23 Apr 1850


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Wisdom married to immortal verse.

Of blessed consolations in distress.
This dull product of a scoffer's pen.
So build we up the being that we are.

Monastic brotherhood, upon rock

Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.
The imperfect offices of prayer and praise.
That mighty orb of song,
The divine Milton.

Spires whose 'silent finger points to heaven.'
Pan himself,
The simple shepherd's awe-inspiring god!
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