. . . need I dread from thee harsh judgments, if the song be loth to quit Those recollected hours that have the charm of visionary things, those lovely forms and sweet sensations that throw back our life, and almost make remotest infancy A visible scene, on which the sun is shinin (Wordsworth, The Prelude)

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