User: Can you write me a poem about wordsworth?
Assistant: Sure, here's a poem about wordsworth:
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J'ai vu le cheval rose ouvrir ses ailes d'or,
Et, flairant le laurier que je tenais encor,
Verdoyant a jamais, hier comme aujourd'hui,
Se cabrer vers le Jour et ruer vers la Nuit.
 I here use the word 'Poetry' (as Wordsworth did) as opposed to
the word 'Prose', and synonymous with metrical composition.
In new generations there is likely, we may be sure, to occur less
The rose is red, the violet blue,
And both are sweet, and so are you.
If the labours of men of science,--Wordsworth said,--should ever
effects, but he will be at his side, carrying sensation into the
household of man.
their lean and flashy songs
Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw.
hover in their restless heads
One thought, one grace, one wonder, at the least,
Which into words no virtue
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