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Wordsworth, William - The Wanderer recalls the Past



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William Wordsworth – from The Wanderer recalls the Past

I see around me here
Things which you cannot see;
We die, my friend,
Nor we alone, but that which each man loved
And prized in his peculiar nook of earth
Dies with him, or is changed; and very soon
Even of the good is no memorial left
Oh Sir, the good die first
And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust
Burn to the socket

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Wordsworth, William

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