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And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.
----William Wordsworth
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Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:
The sun-comprehending glass,
And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows
Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.
----Philip Larkin, High Windows
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ā In short, I seldom read except to amuse myself ā & I am almost always reading ā
----Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Collected Letters