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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
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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But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.
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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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.
William Wordsworth
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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.
William Wordsworth
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The mysteries that cups of flowers infold And all the gorgeous sights which fairies do behold.
William Wordsworth
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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.
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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The gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.
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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Great men have been among us; hands that penn'd And tongues that utter'd wisdom--better none
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
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... and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
William Wordsworth
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Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, We feel that we are greater than we know.
William Wordsworth
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One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.
William Wordsworth
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Provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke.
William Wordsworth
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This City now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
William Wordsworth
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Wisdom and Spirit of the universe! Thou soul, that art the eternity of thought, And giv'st to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion.
William Wordsworth
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A Briton even in love should be A subject, not a slave!
William Wordsworth
