William Wordsworth Quotes
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Recognizes ever and anon The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul.
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The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.
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I've watched you now a full half-hour; Self-poised upon that yellow flower And, little Butterfly! Indeed I know not if you sleep or feed. How motionless! - not frozen seas More motionless! and then What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees, And calls you forth again!
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Come, blessed barrier between day and day, Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!
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Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room; And hermits are contented with their cells.
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One in whom persuasion and belief Had ripened into faith, and faith become A passionate intuition.
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The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet's dream.
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And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner's eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple.
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And he is oft the wisest manWho is not wise at all.
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Since thy return, through days and weeks Of hope that grew by stealth, How many wan and faded cheeks Have kindled into health! The Old, by thee revived, have said, 'Another year is ours;' And wayworn Wanderers, poorly fed, Have smiled upon thy flowers.
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Two voices are there: one is of the deep; It learns the storm-cloud's thunderous melody, Now roars, now murmurs with the changing sea, Now bird-like pipes, now closes soft in sleep: And one is of an old half-witted sheep Which bleats articulate monotony, And indicates that two and one are three, That grass is green, lakes damp, and mountains steep And, Wordsworth, both are thine.
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Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there, one of a mighty multitude whose way and motion is a harmony and dance magnificent.
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Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice; The confidence of reason give, And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live!
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A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable.
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The very flowers are sacred to the poor.
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Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters.
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It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the sea: Listen! the mighty being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thundereverlastingly.
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The streams with softest sound are flowing, The grass you almost hear it growing, You hear it now, if e'er you can.
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A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays And confident tomorrows.
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The unconquerable pang of despised love.
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There is a comfort in the strength of love; 'Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart.
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In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration: - feelings, too, Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love.
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There's something in a flying horse, There's something in a huge balloon.
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The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs.