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February 03, 2006
A bloggers (silent) poetry reading
Man is dear to man: the poorest poor
Long for some moments in a weary life
When they can know and feel that they have been
Themselves the fathers and the givers-out
Of some small blessings; have been kind to such
As needed kindness, for the single cause
That we have all of us one common heart.
William Wordsworth
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From Grace’s Poppies, found at Jodi’s.
Posted by Anna at February 3, 2006 12:13 AM
Comments
I was just teaching Tintern Abbey today: ". . .that best portion of a good man's life/His little, nameless, unremembered acts/Of kindness and of love"
Posted by: Ashley at February 3, 2006 12:41 AM
Lovely choice.
Posted by: Ruth at February 3, 2006 12:53 AM
I really enjoy finding out what people take from Wordsworth. Your choice is lovely. A warming thought for this cold grey February
Posted by: Philippa at February 3, 2006 09:10 PM