Not in Utopia, -- subterranean fields, --Or some secreted island, Heaven knows where!But in the very world, which is the worldOf all of us, -- the place where in the endWe find our happiness, or not at all!
William Wordsworth
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Their heads never raising:
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Historian of my infancy!
Float near me; do not yet depart!
... WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Brook! whose society the poet seeks,
Intent his wasted spirits to renew;
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Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand
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I hear thee and rejoice;
O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird,... WILLIAM WORDSWORTH List--'twas the cuckoo--O, with what delight
Heard I that voice! and catch it now, though faint,
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Beside a human door. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH I look for ghosts; but none will force
Their way to me; 'tis falsely said
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This solitary Tree! A living thing
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With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowing
Under the sky's gray arch;
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Of Nature. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH We meet thee, like a pleasant thought,
When such are wanted. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The poet's darling. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
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And at my easement sing,
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And... WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Who art a light to guide, a rod
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In field or forest with nice care,
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But from its loss. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays,
And confident to-morrows. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH And beauty, for confiding youth,
Those shocks of passion can prepare
That kill the bloom befor... WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the b... WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The swan on still St. Mary's lake
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That for oblivion that their daily birth
From all t... WILLIAM WORDSWORTH I heard a Stock-dove sing or say
His homely tale, this very day;
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Into the Avon, Avon to the tide
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In joy of voice and pinion!
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WILLIAM WORDSWORTH What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Tho... WILLIAM WORDSWORTH I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of someth... WILLIAM WORDSWORTH poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledge WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; S... WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Wisdom is oft-times nearer when we stoop Than when we soar. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The best portion of a good man's life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep/ Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, T... WILLIAM WORDSWORTH To character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together . . . humble ... WILLIAM WORDSWORTH And now I see with eye sereneThe very pulse of the machine. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Beloved Vale, I said, When I shall con those many records of my childish years WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Look for the stars, you'll say that there are none; Look up a second time, and, one by one, ... WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollect... WILLIAM WORDSWORTH We have within ourselves Enough to fill the present day with joy, And overspread the future ... WILLIAM WORDSWORTH She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; And humble cares, and delicate fears; A heart, the fount... WILLIAM WORDSWORTH 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... WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Sweet childish days, that were as long as twenty days are now WILLIAM WORDSWORTH And mighty poets in their misery dead. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH By our own spirits are we deified:We Poets in our youth begin in gladness;But thereof come in the en... WILLIAM WORDSWORTH