William Wordsworth

"Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trails its wreath; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure; But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can That there was pleasure there. If this belief from heaven be sent, If such be Nature's holy plan, Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man?"

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Source: William Wordsworth, “Written In Early Spring”

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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth

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William Wordsworth was an English poet known for his role in the Romantic movement and his profound connection to nature, particularly in works like 'The Prelude.'

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