William Wordsworth Quotes
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Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man?
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The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose.
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But He is risen, a later star of dawn.
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The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
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But to a higher mark than song can reach, Rose this pure eloquence.
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one daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.
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That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
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But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.
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. . .this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 't is her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
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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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One solace yet remains for us who came Into this world in days when story lacked Severe research, that in our hearts we know How, for exciting youth's heroic flame, Assent is power, belief the soul of fact.
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To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
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Hope smiled when your nativity was cast, Children of Summer!
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How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.
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When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign is solitude.
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These hoards of wealth you can unlock at will.
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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?
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Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind--But how could I forget thee?
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Faith is, necessary to explain anything, and to reconcile the foreknowledge of God with human evil.
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A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
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The first cuckoo's melancholy cry.
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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.
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The childhood of today is the manhood of tomorrow
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The mysteries that cups of flowers infold And all the gorgeous sights which fairies do behold.