"Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils."
"He loves not well whose love is bold! I would not have thee come too nigh. The sun's gold would not seem pure gold Unless the sun were in the sky: To take him thence and chain him near Would make his beauty disappear. William Winter, Love's Queen. The unconquerable pang of despised love."
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Source: 1802 'To the Daisy', stanza 1 (published 1807).
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