William Wordsworth Quotes
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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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A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard... Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
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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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Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore of nicely-caluculated less or more.
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Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters.
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Habit rules the unreflecting herd.
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Stern Winter loves a dirge – like sound.
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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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Far from the world I walk, and from all care.
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Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay, And at my casement sing, Though it should prove a farewell lay And this our parting spring. * * * * * Then, little Bird, this boon confer, Come, and my requiem sing, Nor fail to be the harbinger Of everlasting spring.
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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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Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfold The likeness of whate'er on land is seen.
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The wealthiest man among us is the best
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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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A Briton even in love should be A subject, not a slave!
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A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
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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.
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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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The budding rose above the rose full blown.
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A tale in everything.
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True dignity abides with him alone Who, in the silent hour of inward thought, Can still suspect, and still revere himself, In lowliness of heart.
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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.
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And what if thou, sweet May, hast known Mishap by worm and blight; If expectations newly blown Have perished in thy sight; If loves and joys, while up they sprung, Were caught as in a snare; Such is the lot of all the young, However bright and fair.
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Earth helped him with the cry of blood.