Friday, 11 February 2011

Wordsworth on revolution

‘Twas in truth an hour
Of universal ferment; mildest men
Were agitated, and commotions, strife
Of passion and opinion, filled the walls
Of peaceful houses with unquiet sounds.
The soil of common life was, at that time,
Too hot to tread upon.

William Wordsworth, Book IX, The Prelude (1805)

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