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Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trails its wreath; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure; But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can That there was pleasure there. If this belief from heaven be sent, If such be Nature's holy plan, Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man?
William Wordsworth
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But who shall parcel out His intellect by geometric rules, Split like a province into round and square?
William Wordsworth
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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.
William Wordsworth
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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.
William Wordsworth
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True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Whose veil is unremoved Till heart with heart in concord beats, And the lover is beloved.
William Wordsworth
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Science appears but what in truth she is, Not as our glory and our absolute boast, But as a succedaneum, and a prop To our infirmity.
William Wordsworth
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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.
William Wordsworth
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The unconquerable pang of despised love.
William Wordsworth
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A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays And confident tomorrows.
William Wordsworth
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The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
William Wordsworth
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Up! up! my friend, and quit your books, Or surely you 'll grow double! Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks! Why all this toil and trouble?
William Wordsworth
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Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
William Wordsworth
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The childhood of today is the manhood of tomorrow
William Wordsworth
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How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
William Wordsworth
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For youthful faults ripe virtues shall atone.
William Wordsworth
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The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs.
William Wordsworth
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We live by Admiration, Hope, and Love; And, even as these are well and wisely fixed, In dignity of being we ascend.
William Wordsworth
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The Primrose for a veil had spread The largest of her upright leaves; And thus for purposes benign, A simple flower deceives.
William Wordsworth
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How is it that you live, and what is it you do?
William Wordsworth
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To character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together... humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self.
William Wordsworth
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... and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
William Wordsworth
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A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor.
William Wordsworth
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A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
William Wordsworth
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We murder to dissect.
William Wordsworth
