William Wordsworth

England
7 Apr 1770 // 23 Apr 1850
Poet

Quotes



A happy youth, and their old age
Is beautiful and free.
And often, glad no more,
We wear a face of joy because
We have been glad of yore.
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.
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