Ocupation: Poet
Life: April 7, 1770 - April 23, 1850
Birthday: April 7
Death: April 23
A soul so pitiably forlorn, If such do on this earth abide, May season apathy with scorn, May turn indifference to pride; And still be not unblest- compared With him who grovels, self-debarred From all that lies within the scope Of holy faith and christian hope; Or, shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost.
source: William Wordsworth (1848). “The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: Together with a Description of the Country of the Lakes in the North of England”, p.355
topic: Christian, Lying, Pride, Christian Hope, Forlorn