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"What is good for a bootless bene?" With these dark words begins my tale; And their meaning is, Whence can comfort spring When prayer is of no avail?
William Wordsworth
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Therefore am I still a lover of the meadows and the woods, and mountains; and of all that we behold from this green earth.
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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Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep/ Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind.
William Wordsworth
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Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay, And at my casement sing, Though it should prove a farewell lay And this our parting spring. * * * * * Then, little Bird, this boon confer, Come, and my requiem sing, Nor fail to be the harbinger Of everlasting spring.
William Wordsworth
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Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.
William Wordsworth
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And now I see with eye serene, The very pulse of the machine. A being breathing thoughtful breaths, A traveler between life and death.
William Wordsworth
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Hope smiled when your nativity was cast, Children of Summer!
William Wordsworth
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I'm not talking about a "show me other walls of this thing" button, I mean a "stumble" button for wallbase.
William Wordsworth
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We murder to dissect.
William Wordsworth
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But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.
William Wordsworth
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Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind--But how could I forget thee?
William Wordsworth
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Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man?
William Wordsworth
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A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard... Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
William Wordsworth
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Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfold The likeness of whate'er on land is seen.
William Wordsworth
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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!
William Wordsworth
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Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present, to live better in the future.
William Wordsworth
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The child is father of the man: And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
William Wordsworth
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She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight, A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair, Like twilights too her dusky hair, But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn.
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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The gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.
William Wordsworth
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The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink I heard a voice it said Drink, pretty creature, drink'
William Wordsworth
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Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows Like harmony in music; there is a dark Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles Discordant elements, makes them cling together In one society.
William Wordsworth
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He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure; No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,- The past unsighed for, and the future sure.
William Wordsworth
