William Wordsworth Quotes
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To be young was very heaven!
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The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
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For youthful faults ripe virtues shall atone.
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He who feels contempt for any living thing hath faculties that he hath never used, and thought with him is in its infancy.
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Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
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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.
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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.
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... and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
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Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.
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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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And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy because We have been glad of yore.
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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.
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The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs.
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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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Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
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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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Nor will I then thy modest grace forget, Chaste Snow-drop, venturous harbinger of Spring, And pensive monitor of fleeting years!
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The gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.
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But to a higher mark than song can reach, Rose this pure eloquence.
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By happy chance we saw A twofold image: on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Another and the same!
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Not in Utopia, -- subterranean fields, --Or some secreted island, Heaven knows whereBut in the very world, which is the worldOf all of us, -- the place where in the endWe find our happiness, or not at all
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Provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke.
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'Tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes!
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Careless of books, yet having felt the power Of Nature, by the gentle agency Of natural objects, led me on to feel For passions that were not my own, and think (At random and imperfectly indeed) On man, the heart of man, and human life.