What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be not forever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
Grief not, rather find,
Strength in what remains behind,
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be,
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of Human suffering,
In the faith that looks through death
In years that bring philophic mind.


William Wordsworth

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WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
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...
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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...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
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...
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...
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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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