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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 elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar.
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How is it that you live, and what is it you do?
William Wordsworth
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But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
William Wordsworth -
Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower.
William Wordsworth -
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
William Wordsworth -
Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
William Wordsworth -
We have no knowledge, that is, no general principles drawn from the contemplation of particular facts, but what has been built up by pleasure, and exists in us by pleasure alone. The Man of Science, the Chemist and Mathematician, whatever difficulties and disgusts they may have had to struggle with, know and feel this. However painful may be the objects with which the Anatomist's knowledge is connected, he feels that his knowledge is pleasure; and where he has no pleasure he has no knowledge.
William Wordsworth -
She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and oh The difference to me!
William Wordsworth
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Father! - to God himself we cannot give a holier name.
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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 -
The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart.
William Wordsworth -
For nature then to me was all in all.
William Wordsworth