William Wordsworth Quotes
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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.
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Provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke.
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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.
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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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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.
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Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep/ Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind.
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Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man?
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'Tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes!
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The childhood of today is the manhood of tomorrow
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I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused, whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, and the round ocean, and the living air, and the blue sky, and in the mind of man.
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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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Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind--But how could I forget thee?
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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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. . .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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We live by Admiration, Hope, and Love; And, even as these are well and wisely fixed, In dignity of being we ascend.
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But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.
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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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The gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.
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But He is risen, a later star of dawn.
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But to a higher mark than song can reach, Rose this pure eloquence.
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A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
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Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
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I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous boy, The sleepless soul that perished in his pride; Of him who walked in glory and in joy, Following his plough, along the mountain-side. By our own spirits we are deified; We Poets in our youth begin in gladness, But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.
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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.