A lonely cloud

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud

by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

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Charles Dickens – memorial or not?

Charles Dickens

I see that the dying wish of one of the world’s greatest authors may be overturned.

It appears that relatives and fans of Charles Dickens want to build a memorial to mark the 200th anniversary of his birth.

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