Poem William Wordsworth

There’s something in a flying horse

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There’s something in a flying horse,

There’s something in a huge balloon;

But through the clouds I’ll never float

Until I have a little Boat,

Shaped like the crescent-moon.

These Chairs they have no words to utter
The Prelude: Residence in France

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