Quote#Wisdom
And sings a solitary song
Quote byWilliam Wordsworth · 1770–1850
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Lyrical Ballads (1798; 1800; 1802), Lucy Gray, or Solitude, st. 16 (wr. 1799; pub. 1800).
English (original)
And sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind.
— William Wordsworth
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Sweet childish days, that were as long As twenty days are now.
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