This recitation was so unlooked for and surprising, -- he, the old Wordsworth, standing apart, and reciting to me in a garden-walk, like a schoolboy declaiming, -- that I at first was near to laugh; but recollecting myself, that I had come thus far to see a poet, and he was chanting poems to me, I saw that he was right and I was wrong, and gladly gave myself up to hear.
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