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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET TO AN OCTOGENARIAN, by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: Affections lose their object; time brings forth
Last Line: Where love for living thing can find a place.
First Line: Affections lose their object; time brings forth
Last Line: Where love for living thing can find a place.
AFFECTIONS lose their object; Time brings forth
No successors; and, lodged in memory,
If love exist no longer, it must die, --
Wanting accustomed food, must pass from earth,
Or never hope to reach a second birth.
This sad belief, the happiest that is left
To thousands, share not Thou; howe'er bereft,
Scorned, or neglected, fear not such a dearth.
Though poor and destitute of friends thou art,
Perhaps the sole survivor of thy race,
One to whom Heaven assigns that mournful part
The utmost solitude of age to face,
Still shall be left some corner of the heart
Where Love for living Thing can find a place.
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