The Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society.
William WordsworthAnd homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.
William WordsworthI have said that poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity: the emotion is contemplated till, by a species of reaction, the tranquillity gradually disappears, and an emotion, kindred to that which was before the subject of contemplation, is gradually produced, and does itself actually exist in the mind.
William Wordsworth