William Wordsworth Quotes
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But who would force the soul tilts with a straw Against a champion cased in adamant
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The budding rose above the rose full blown.
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Stern Winter loves a dirge – like sound.
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The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose.
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Everything is tedious when one does not read with the feeling of the Author.
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Hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue.
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Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
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Poetry is most just to its divine origin, when it administers the comforts and breathes the thoughts of religion.
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For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.
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Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be? It is the generous spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought: Whose high endeavors are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright: Who, with a natural instinct to discern What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn; And in himself posses his own desire
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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.
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The Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society.
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Let Nature be your teacher
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Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.
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Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower.
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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.
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[Mathematics] is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.
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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.
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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
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For oft, when on my couch I lie in vacant or in pensive mood they flash upon that inward eye which is the bliss of solitude
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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.
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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.
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Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore of nicely-caluculated less or more.
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I am already kindly disposed towards you. My friendship it is not in my power to give: this is a gift which no man can make, it is not in our own power: a sound and healthy friendship is the growth of time and circumstance, it will spring up and thrive like a wildflower when these favour, and when they do not, it is in vain to look for it.