Great poetry of William Wordsworth
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Poem by William Wordsworth

There is a bondage worse, far worse, to bear

Than his who breathes, by roof, and floor, and wall,

Pent in, a Tyrant’s solitary Thrall:

‘Tis his who walks about in the open air,

One of a Nation who, henceforth, must wear

Their fetters in their souls. For who could be,

Who, even the best, in such condition, free

From self-reproach, reproach that he must share

With Human-nature? Never be it ours

To see the sun how brightly it will shine,

And know that noble feelings, manly powers,

Instead of gathering strength, must droop and pine;

And earth with all her pleasant fruits and flowers

Fade, and participate in man’s decline.

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