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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.
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.