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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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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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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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[Mathematics] is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.
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Open-mindedness is the harvest of a quiet eye.
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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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Truth takes no account of centuries.
William Wordsworth -
Earth helped him with the cry of blood.
William Wordsworth
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Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting.
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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.
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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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Before us lay a painful road, And guidance have I sought in duteous love From Wisdom's heavenly Father. Hence hath flowed Patience, with trust that, whatsoe'er the way Each takes in this high matter, all may move Cheered with the prospect of a brighter day.
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Knowledge and increase of enduring joy From the great Nature that exists in works Of mighty Poets.
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Imagination, which in truth Is but another name for absolute power And clearest insight, amplitude of mind, And reason, in her most exalted mood.
William Wordsworth
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The Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society.
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But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!.
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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.
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We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, When such are wanted.
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Love betters what is best.
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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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Faith is a passionate intuition.
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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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The softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth: Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes, She scans the future with the eye of gods.
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And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.
William Wordsworth