William Wordsworth Quotes
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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.
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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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Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things We murder to dissect. Enough of Science and of Art; Close up these barren leaves; Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives.
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Great men have been among us; hands that penn'd And tongues that utter'd wisdom--better none
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There is creation in the eye.
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We bow our heads before Thee, and we laud, And magnify thy name Almighty God! But man is thy most awful instrument, In working out a pure intent.
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The child shall become father to the man.
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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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I travelled among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee.
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The wind, a sightless laborer, whistles at his task.
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How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.
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We have within ourselves Enough to fill the present day with joy, And overspread the future years with hope.
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The first cuckoo's melancholy cry.
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Like an army defeated The snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill; The Ploughboy is whooping — anon — anon! There's joy in the mountains: There's life in the fountains; Small clouds are sailing, Blue sky prevailing; The rain is over and gone.
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She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love.
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Pleasures newly found are sweet When they lie about our feet.
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Look for the stars, you'll say that there are none; / Look up a second time, and, one by one, / You mark them twinkling out with silvery light, / And wonder how they could elude the sight!
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Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.
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By all means sometimes be alone; salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear; dare to look in thy chest; and tumble up and down what thou findest there.
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O Reader! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought can bring, O gentle Reader! you would find A tale in everything.
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Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
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The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells.
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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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Stern Winter loves a dirge – like sound.