A Sketch Poem by William Wordsworth

A Sketch

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The little hedgerow birds,
That peck along the road, regard him not.
He travels on, and in his face, his step,
His gait, is one expression; every limb,
His look and bending figure, all bespeak
A man who does not move with pain, but moves
With thought. -He is insensibly subdued
To settled quiet: he is one by whom
All effort seems forgotten; one to whom
Long patience hath such mild composure given
That patience now doth seem a thing of which
He hath no need. He is by nature led
To peace so perfect, that the young behold
With envy what the Old Man hardly feels.

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Suryam srivastav. 03 December 2020

Poet ke bare me

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Geeta Radhakrishna Menon 22 August 2020

A man who does not move with pain, but moves With thought. -He is insensibly subdued To settled quiet: he is one by whom All effort seems forgotten.........excellent portrayal of an old man in complete peace....10

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