William Wordsworth Quotes

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To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

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Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd Boy!

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Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room.

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Scattered herds, that in the meadow graze, Some amid lingering shade, some touched by the sun's rays.

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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!

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I shook the habit off
Entirely and for ever, and again
In Nature's presence stood, as now I stand,
A sensitive being, a creative soul.

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Hence, in a season of calm weather,
Though inland far we be,
Our souls have sight of that immortal sea
Which brought us hither,
Can in a moment travel thither,
And see the children sport upon the shore,
And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.

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A babe, by intercourse of touch I held mute dialogues with my Mother's heart.

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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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O sylvan Wye! thou wanderer thro' the woods,
How often has my spirit turned to thee!

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Look for the stars, you'll say that there are none; / Look up a second time, and, one by one, / You mark them twinkling out with silvery light, / And wonder how they could elude the sight!

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Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.

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But Europe at that time was thrilled with joy, France standing on the top of golden hours, And human nature seeming born again.

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A simple child, dear brother Jim,
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death?

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Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower
Near the lark's nest, and in their natural hour
Have passed away; less happy than the one
That by the unwilling ploughshare died to prove
The tender charm of poetry and love.

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The grim shape
Towered up between me and the stars, and still,
For so it seemed, with purpose of its own
And measured motion like a living thing,
Strode after me.

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Physician art thou?—one, all eyes,
Philosopher!—a fingering slave,
One that would peep and botanize
Upon his mother's grave?

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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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Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he
Whom every man in arms should wish to be?

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Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The Ploughboy is whooping—anon—anon!
There's joy in the mountains:
There's life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone.

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