<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539904" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Poet! He Hath Put his Heart to School</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">. A poet!--He hath put his heart to school,<br> Nor dares to move unpropped upon the staff<br> Which art hath lodged within his hand--must laugh<br> By precept only, and shed tears by rule.<br> Thy Art be Nature; the live current quaff,<br> And let the groveller sip his stagnant pool,<br> In fear that else, when Critics grave and cool<br> Have killed him, Scorn should write his epitaph.<br> How does the Meadow-flower its bloom unfold?<br> Because the lovely little flower is free<br> Down to its root, and, in that freedom, bold;<br> And so the grandeur of the Forest-tree<br> Comes not by casting in a formal mould,<br> But from its own divine vitality.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Wordsworth">William Wordsworth</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539904" data-title="A Poet! He Hath Put his Heart to School de William Wordsworth" data-description=". A poet!--He hath put his heart to school, Nor dares to move unpropped upon the staff Which art hath lodged within his hand--must laugh By precept only, and shed tears by rule. Thy Art be Nature; the live current quaff, And let the groveller..."></div> </div> </div>

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