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Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, On Revisiting the…
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I continued in oblivion lost,
My head was resting on my love;
Lost to all things and myself,
And, amid the lilies forgotten,
Threw all my cares away.
My head was resting on my love;
Lost to all things and myself,
And, amid the lilies forgotten,
Threw all my cares away.
St. John Of The Cross • The Dark Night of the Soul by St. John Of The… | Poetry Foundation
An appetite; a feeling, and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrow'd from the eye. [Wordsworth's "Tintern Abbey".]
Mary Shelley • Frankenstein: The Original 1818 Unabridged and Complete Edition (A Mary Shelley Classics
According to Goethe, Byron’s poetical power eclipsed all other mortals, and he was not held back by petty morality, being possessed of a virtue of which the bourgeoisie had no conception.
Alan Cardew • Lord Byron: The Perils and Glories of a Classical Education
Sympathy with the fluttering alder and poplar leaves almost takes away my breath; yet, like the lake, my serenity is rippled but not ruffled.