William Wordsworth quote: "The primal duties shine aloft, like stars;The charities that soothe, and heal, and blessAre scattered at the feet of Man, like flowers."

A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the disc...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little ...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.
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I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long ...
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Faith is a passionate intuition.
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How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its ro...
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To begin, begin.
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To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
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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

No motion has she now, no force; she neither hears nor sees; rolled around in earth's diurnal course...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Action is transitory, a step, a blow,
The motion of a muscle, this way or that,
'Tis done--And...
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But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.
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Neither evil tongues, rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, nor greetings where no kindness...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentime...
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Hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power t...
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The best portion of a good man's life is in his little nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and o...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

The little unremembered acts of kindness and love are the best parts of a person's life.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

With the eye made quiet by power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of thin...
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Not Chaos, not the darkest pit of lowest Erebus, nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out by help o...
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For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftent...
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Small service is true service, while it lasts.
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Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.
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I am already kindly disposed towards you. My friendship it is not in my power to give: this is a gif...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Is there not an art, a music, and a stream of words that shalt be life, the acknowledged voice of li...
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That best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of ...
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On that best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness...
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Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollecte...
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Behold the Child among his new-born blisses
A six years' Darling of a pigmy size!
See, where '...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

The child is the father of the man.
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The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
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She seemed a thing that could not feel the touch of earthly years.
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That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing...
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Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. The soul that rises with us, our life's star, hath had el...
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This city now doth, like a garment, wear the beauty of the morning; silent bare, ships, towers, dome...
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That blessed mood in which the burthen of the mystery, in which the heavy and the weary weight of al...
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The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
L...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

A day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

That best portion of a good man's life; His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of l...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore of nicely-calculated less or more.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Lost in a gloom of uninspired research.
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To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
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Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face.
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The Solitary answered: Such a Form
Full well I recollect. We often crossed
Each other's path...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Come into the light of things. Let nature be your teacher.
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For by superior energies; more strict affiance in each other; faith more firm in their unhallowed pr...
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Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtles...
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Mark the babe not long accustomed to this breathing world; One that hath barely learned to shape a s...
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Bright flowers, whose home is everywhere Bold in maternal nature's care And all the long year ...
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The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising: There are forty feeding like one!
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The thought of our past years in me doth breed perpetual benedictions.
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Much converse do I find in thee, Historian of my infancy! Float near me; do not yet depart! ...
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Brook! whose society the poet seeks, Intent his wasted spirits to renew; And whom the curious...
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And when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The Thing became a trumpet; whence ...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

A famous man is Robin Hood The English ballad-singer's joy.
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Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and wer...
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O blithe New-comer! I have heard, I hear thee and rejoice; O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird,...
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List--'twas the cuckoo--O, with what delight Heard I that voice! and catch it now, though faint, ...
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The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door.
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I look for ghosts; but none will force Their way to me; 'tis falsely said That even there was ...
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There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale, Which to this day stands single, in the midst Of it...
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Of vast circumference and gloom profound, This solitary Tree! A living thing Produced too slo...
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How blessings brighten as they take their flight.
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Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
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Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowing Under the sky's gray arch; Smiling I watch the...
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Thou unassuming Commonplace Of Nature.
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We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, When such are wanted.
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The poet's darling.
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A host of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the ...
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The marble index of a mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone.
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Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay, And at my easement sing, Though it should prove a farewell...
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Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, And lilies face the March-winds in full blow, And...
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Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove.
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Among the dwellings framed by birds In field or forest with nice care, Is none that with the l...
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We take no note of time But from its loss.
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A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays, And confident to-morrows.
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And beauty, for confiding youth, Those shocks of passion can prepare That kill the bloom befor...
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Like an army defeated The snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the b...
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The swan on still St. Mary's lake Float double, swan and shadow!
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Art thou the bird whom Man loves best, The pious bird with the scarlet breast, Our little Engl...
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Two voices are there; one is of the sea, One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

He could afford to suffer With those whom he saw suffer.
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Life's cares are comforts; such by heaven design'd He that has none, must make them or be wretched...
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Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows That for oblivion that their daily birth From all t...
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I heard a Stock-dove sing or say His homely tale, this very day; His voice was buried among tr...
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As thou these ashes, little brook! will bear Into the Avon, Avon to the tide Of Severn, Sever...
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Like--but oh! how different!
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Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
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Sad fancies do we then affect, In luxury of disrespect To our own prodigal excess Of too...
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When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of i...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

That best portion of a good man's life,
His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollecte...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

The child is father of the man.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

What we need is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sa...
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With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of t...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on hig...
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Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are n...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
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When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of i...
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From Stirling Castle we had seen The mazy Forth unravelled; Had trod the banks of Clyde and Ta...
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The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witching of the soft blue s...
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But shapes that come not at an earthly call, Will not depart when mortal voices bid.
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Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
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Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
W...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn'...
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This flower that first appeared as summer's guest Preserves her beauty 'mid autumnal leaves An...
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She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to ...
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Hail to thee, far above the rest In joy of voice and pinion! Thou, linnet! in thy green array...
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The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on, a dim and perilous way!
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on, Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.
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A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
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The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from a...
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Meek Walton's heavenly memory.
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Methought I say the footsteps of a throne. - William Wordsworth,
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I traveled among unknown men, in lands beyond the sea; nor England! did I know till then what love I...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be not forever taken from my sight,
Though...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

The best portions of a good man's life, his little, nameless acts of kindness and love.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of ...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

That best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of l...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

She was a phantom of delight
When first she gleam'd upon my sight;
A lovely apparition, sent...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Wisdom and spirit of the Universe!
Thou soul is the eternity of thought!
That giv'st to form...
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In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
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Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost.
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Behold, within the leafy shade, Those bright blue eggs together laid! On me the chance-discove...
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My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ear...
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And she hath smiles to earth unknown-- Smiles that with motion of their own Do spread, and sin...
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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...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Once did she hold the gorgeous East in fee, And was the safeguard of the West.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

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.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

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...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

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.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

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...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, ...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

The cattle are grazing,Their heads never raising;There are forty feeding like one!
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

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...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

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...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Rest and be thankful.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Sensations sweet,Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

How men livedEven next-door neighbors, as we say, yet stillStrangers, not knowing each the other's n...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

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...
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
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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...
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.
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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 ...
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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,
...
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
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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...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

The primal duties shine aloft, like stars;The charities that soothe, and heal, and blessAre scattered at the feet of Man, like flowers.

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The primal duties shine aloft, like stars;The charities that soothe, and heal, and blessAre scattered at the feet of Man, like flowers.

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