No motion has she now, no force; she neither hears nor sees; rolled around in earth’s diurnal course, with rocks, and stones, and trees.
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- Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there, one of a mighty multitude whose way and motion is a harmony and dance magnificent.
- For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.
- Hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue.
- A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor.
- The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.
- I traveled among unknown men, in lands beyond the sea; nor England! did I know till then what love I bore to thee.