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Let Nature be your teacher
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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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Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore of nicely-caluculated less or more.
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poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledge
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When men change swords for ledgers, and desert The student's bower for gold, some fears unnamed I had, my Country--am I to be blamed?
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A brotherhood of venerable trees.
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Earth helped him with the cry of blood.
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There is creation in the eye.
William Wordsworth
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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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My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
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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.
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Rapt into still communion that transcends The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him; it was blessedness and love!
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A tale in everything.
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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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I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams, wherever nature led.
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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.
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We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, When such are wanted.
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The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.
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That kill the bloom before its time, And blanch, without the owner's crime, The most resplendent hair.
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The Poet, gentle creature as he is, Hath, like the Lover, his unruly times; His fits when he is neither sick nor well, Though no distress be near him but his own Unmanageable thoughts.
William Wordsworth
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Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.
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The Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society.
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The wealthiest man among us is the best
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A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light
William Wordsworth