William Wordsworth quote: Though nothing can bring back the hourOf splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;We will grieve not, rather ...

Though nothing can bring back the hourOf splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;We will grieve not, rather findStrength in what remains behind;In the primal sympathyWhich having been must ever be...

~ William Wordsworth ~

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Though nothing can bring back the hourOf splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;We will griev...

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