A review by lovegriefandgender
The Prelude: A Parallel Text by William Wordsworth

2.0

"For me, that strife [slavery] had ne'er
Fastened on my affections, nor did now
Its unsuccessful issue much excite
My sorrow[.]"

With these lines, every word of compassion, every attempt at praising empathy and imagination and education and freedom becomes stale, and the whole book falls flat on its face.