William Wordsworth Quotes
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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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Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
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For youthful faults ripe virtues shall atone.
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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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The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket.
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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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Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.
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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 oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs.
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One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.
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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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The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet's dream.
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Provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke.
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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 gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.
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Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
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The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
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'Tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes!
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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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Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man?
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But to a higher mark than song can reach, Rose this pure eloquence.
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The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose.
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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.