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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
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Poetry has never brought me in enough money to buy shoestrings.
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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But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things.
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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Truth takes no account of centuries.
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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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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A tale in everything.
William Wordsworth
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Faith is a passionate intuition.
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
