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William Wordsworth, “September, 1819”

Departing summer hath assumed  An aspect tenderly illumed,  The gentlest look of spring;  That calls from yonder leafy shade  Unfaded, yet prepared to fade,  A timely carolling.  No faint and hesitating trill,  Such tribute as to winter chill  The lonely … Continua a leggere

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