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Laying out grounds... may be considered as a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting.... it is to assist Nature in moving the affections... the affections of those who have the deepest perception of the beauty of Nature.
William Wordsworth
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Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.
William Wordsworth
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I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams, wherever nature led.
William Wordsworth
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The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart.
William Wordsworth
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Departing summer hath assumed An aspect tenderly illumed, The gentlest look of spring; That calls from yonder leafy shade Unfaded, yet prepared to fade, A timely carolling.
William Wordsworth
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Chains tie us down by land and sea; And wishes, vain as mine, may be All that is left to comfort thee.
William Wordsworth
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But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
William Wordsworth
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Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade Of that which once was great is passed away.
William Wordsworth
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Faith is a passionate intuition.
William Wordsworth
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For nature then to me was all in all.
William Wordsworth
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If thou art beautiful, and youth and thought endue thee with all truth-be strong;--be worthy of the grace of God.
William Wordsworth
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The monumental pomp of age Was with this goodly personage; A stature undepressed in size, Unbent, which rather seemed to rise In open victory o'er the weight Of seventy years, to loftier height.
William Wordsworth
