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She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and oh The difference to me!
William Wordsworth
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Stern daughter of the voice of God! O Duty! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring and reprove.
William Wordsworth
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Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and only there;With hope it is, hope that can never die,Effort and expectation, and desire,And something evermore about to be.
William Wordsworth
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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
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A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
William Wordsworth
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[Mathematics] is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.
William Wordsworth
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Sweet Mercy! to the gates of heaven This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven; The rueful conflict, the heart riven With vain endeavour, And memory of Earth's bitter leaven Effaced forever.
William Wordsworth
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Habit rules the unreflecting herd.
William Wordsworth
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The Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society.
William Wordsworth
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Let Nature be your teacher
William Wordsworth
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On a fair prospect some have looked, And felt, as I have heard them say, As if the moving time had been A thing as steadfast as the scene On which they gazed themselves away.
William Wordsworth
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The wealthiest man among us is the best
William Wordsworth
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My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.
William Wordsworth
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A Briton even in love should be A subject, not a slave!
William Wordsworth
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The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, An appetite; a feeling and a love that had no need of a remoter charm by thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
William Wordsworth
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In that sweet mood when pleasure loves to pay Tribute to ease; and, of its joy secure, The heart luxuriates with indifferent things, Wasting its kindliness on stocks and stones, And on the vacant air.
William Wordsworth
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With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
William Wordsworth
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May books and nature be their early joy!
William Wordsworth
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What we have loved Others will love And we will teach them how.
William Wordsworth
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Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
William Wordsworth
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in the mind of man, A motion and a spirit, that impels All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things.
William Wordsworth
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One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.
William Wordsworth
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The eye— it cannot choose but see; we cannot bid the ear be still; our bodies feel, where'er they be, against or with our will.
William Wordsworth
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Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.
William Wordsworth
