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These beauteous forms,
Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man’s eye:
But oft, in lonely rooms, and ’mid the din
Of towns and cities, I have owed to them,
In hours of weariness, sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart …
—from “Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey” by William Wordsworth

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