William Wordsworth Quotes
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Recognizes ever and anon The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul.
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Oh, blank confusion! true epitome Of what the mighty City is herself, To thousands upon thousands of her sons, Living amid the same perpetual whirl Of trivial objects, melted and reduced To one identity.
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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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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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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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The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket.
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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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Come, blessed barrier between day and day, Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!
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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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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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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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And he is oft the wisest manWho is not wise at all.
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A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable.
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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 very flowers are sacred to the poor.
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There is a luxury in self-dispraise; And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast.
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There's something in a flying horse, There's something in a huge balloon.
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I should dread to disfigure the beautiful ideal of the memories of illustrious persons with incongruous features, and to sully the imaginative purity of classical works with gross and trivial recollections.
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Burn all the statutes and their shelves: They stir us up against our kind; And worse, against ourselves.
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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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Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost.
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Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive But to be young was very heaven.
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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!