“He spake of love, such love as spirits feel
In worlds whose course is equable and pure;
No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,—
The past unsighed for, and the future sure.”

— William Wordsworth , Laodamia

Stanza 17.
Laodamia (1814)

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English Romantic poet 1770–1850

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