Action is transitory, a step, a blow,
The motion of a muscle, this way or that,
'Tis done--And in the after-vacancy,
We wonder at ourselves, like men betrayed.


William Wordsworth

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A tale in everything.
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Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendor, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I...
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Once did she hold the gorgeous East in fee, And was the safeguard of the West.
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Thought and theory must precede all salutary action; yet action is nobler in itself than either thou...
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Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.
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There's something in a flying horse, There's something in a huge balloon.
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And hark! how blithe the throstle sings! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the li...
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At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears, Hangs a thrush that sings loud, it has sung f...
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My brainWorked with a dim and undetermined senseOf unknown modes of being.
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We live by admiration, hope and love; and even as these are well and wisely fixed, in dignity of bei...
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A primrose by a river's brimA yellow primrose was to him,And it was nothing more.
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Stern winter loves a dirge-like sound.
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There is a comfort in the strength of love;'T will make a thing endurable, which elseWould overset t...
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Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, ...
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The cattle are grazing,Their heads never raising;There are forty feeding like one!
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Wisdom is oft times nearer when we stoop than when we soar
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No Nightingale did ever chant More welcome notes to weary bands Of travelers in some shady haunt, Am...
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In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
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O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird,Or but a wandering voice?
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And yet the wiser mind
Mourns less for what age takes away
Than what it leaves behind.
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Be mild, and cleave to gentle things,
thy glory and thy happiness be there.
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The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers; WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,
Are a substantial world, both pure and goo...
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we not only wish to be pleased, but to be pleased in that particular
way in which we have been ...
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In ourselves our safety must be sought.
By our own right hand it must be wrought.
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Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
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Provoke/ The years to bring the inevitable yoke.
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As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie/ Couched on the bald top of an eminence.
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The good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket
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The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is m...
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Rest and be thankful.
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Sensations sweet,Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
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How men livedEven next-door neighbors, as we say, yet stillStrangers, not knowing each the other's n...
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There is a comfort in the strength of love; 'Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset ...
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The music in my heart I bore
Long after it was heard no more.
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...The happy Warrior... 'tis he whose law is reason; who depends upon that law as on the best of fri...
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What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Tho...
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I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of someth...
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poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledge
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Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come
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Then my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils.
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My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
S...
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Wisdom is oft-times nearer when we stoop
Than when we soar.
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The best portion of a good man's life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love.
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Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep/ Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind.
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What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
T...
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To character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together . . . humble ...
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And now I see with eye sereneThe very pulse of the machine.
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Beloved Vale, I said, When I shall con those many records of my childish years
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Look for the stars, you'll say that there are none;
Look up a second time, and, one by one,
...
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The silence that is in the starry sky,
The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
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Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollect...
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We have within ourselves
Enough to fill the present day with joy,
And overspread the future ...
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She gave me eyes, she gave me ears;
And humble cares, and delicate fears;
A heart, the fount...
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Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from th...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in...
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Sweet childish days, that were as long as twenty days are now
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And mighty poets in their misery dead.
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By our own spirits are we deified:We Poets in our youth begin in gladness;But thereof come in the en...
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Fears and fancies thick upon me came.
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