t an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want escape from these things"
I shot an arrow into the air
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight to keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?
Long, long afterwards, in oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end.
I found again in the heat of a friend (Longfellow)
P6: "Poetry is the universal language which the heart holds with nature and itself. " (William Hazzlit)
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high oer vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
(William Wordsworth)
P7: The crown of Literature is poetry It is its end and aim. It is the achievemen
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