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18 Feb 01 - 03:52 PM (#400982) Subject: Second Thought For the Day 010218 From: Amos And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. |
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18 Feb 01 - 04:58 PM (#401012) Subject: RE: BS: Second Thought For the Day 010218 From: Morticia That's lovely....who wrote it? |
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19 Feb 01 - 01:36 AM (#401278) Subject: RE: BS: Second Thought For the Day 010218 From: Amos Bleeve 'twas Mistuh Wordsworth. Appropriately named fellow, wot? |
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19 Feb 01 - 10:12 AM (#401416) Subject: RE: BS: Second Thought For the Day 010218 From: Jon Freeman I found this INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD by William Wordsworth Jon
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