William Wordsworth Quotes

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Is it some party in a parlour,
Crammed just as they on earth were crammed—
Some sipping punch, some sipping tea,
But as you by their faces see
All silent, and all damned?

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The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink I heard a voice it said Drink, pretty creature, drink'

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Where the statue stood
Of Newton with his prism and silent face,
The marble index of a mind forever
Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone.

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Every gift of noble origin
Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath.

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The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising;
There are forty feeding like one!

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Yet sometimes, when the secret cup
Of still and serious thought went round,
It seemed as if he drank it up,
He felt with spirit so profound.

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To be a Prodigal's favourite,—then, worse truth,
A Miser's pensioner,—behold our lot!

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Departing summer hath assumed
An aspect tenderly illumed,
The gentlest look of spring;
That calls from yonder leafy shade
Unfaded, yet prepared to fade,
A timely carolling.

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Since thy return, through days and weeks
Of hope that grew by stealth,
How many wan and faded cheeks
Have kindled into health!
The Old, by thee revived, have said,
'Another year is ours;'
And wayworn Wanderers, poorly fed,
Have smiled upon thy flowers.

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Enough, if something from our hands have power
To live, and act, and serve the future hour.

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He sang of love, with quiet blending,
Slow to begin, and never ending;
Of serious faith, and inward glee;
That was the song,—the song for me!

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The thought of death sits easy on the man Who has been born and dies among the mountains.

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As if the man had fixed his face,
In many a solitary place,
Against the wind and open sky!

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Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground?

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The gentle Lady married to the Moor,
And heavenly Una with her milk-white lamb.

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Prompt to move but firm to wait - knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.

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Some happy tone
Of meditation, slipping in between
The beauty coming and the beauty gone.

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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.

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And oft I thought (my fancy was-so strong)
That I, at last, a resting-place had found:
'Here: will I dwell,' said I,' my whole life long,
Roaming the illimitable waters round;
Here will I live, of all but heaven disowned.
And end my days upon the peaceful flood—
To break my dream the vessel reached its bound;
And homeless near a thousand homes I stood,
And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.

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I've watched you now a full half-hour; Self-poised upon that yellow flower And, little Butterfly! Indeed I know not if you sleep or feed. How motionless! - not frozen seas More motionless! and then What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees, And calls you forth again!

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