"Resolution and Independence" by William Wordsworth is a lyrical poem by an unnamed man, most likely the poet, wandering thoughtfully through the moors. He states that weather during the night had been horrible, but now
The sky rejoices in the morning's birth;The grass is bright with rain-drops;—on the moorsThe hare is running races in her mirth;
Of joys in minds that can no further go,As high as we have mounted in delightIn our dejection do we sink as low;To me that morning did it happen so;And fears and fancies thick upon me came;Dim sadness—and blind thoughts, I knew not, nor could name.
there may come another day to me—Solitude, pain of heart, distress, and poverty.
I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy,The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride;Of Him who walked in glory and in joyFollowing his plough, along the mountain-side:By our own spirits are we deified:We Poets in our youth begin in gladness;But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.
The old Man still stood talking by my side;But now his voice to me was like a streamScarce heard; nor word from word could I...
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