Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.

William Wordsworth
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes...
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes...
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes...
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes...
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Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility. In this quote, William Wordsworth is speaking about the power of poetry as an art form. He captures the essence of poetry by saying that it is the result of emotions that are recalled in tranquility. This means that poetry is a result of feelings so intense and so powerful that they cannot be expressed until those feelings have been recalled and returned to where they originated. This description captures the essence of poetry and what makes it so special and so unique.

Source: Lyrical Ballads

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