I heard a thousand blended notes While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. William Wordsworth
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William Wordsworth once said that “I heard a thousand blended notesWhile in a grove I sate reclined,In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughtsBring sad thoughts to the mind.” This quote is often used as an example of how William Wordsworth sees love as a kind of offering, or gift, that is given to the world. Because the world is made of many different people and things, it is difficult for us to see all of its beauty and understand all of its importance. When we feel sad, we tend to blame ourselves for our feelings because we feel that they are not “right” or “proper.” However, if we look at the world with an open heart and mind, we might be surprised at just how beautiful it really is.

Source: Lyrical Ballads

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