William Wordsworth - The Prelude

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Oh there is blessing in this gentle breeze,
A visitant that while it fans my cheek
Doth seem half-conscious of the joy it brings
From the green fields, and from yon azure sky.
Whate'er its mission, the soft breeze can come
To none more grateful than to me; escaped
From the vast city, where I long had pined
A discontented sojourner: now free,
Free as a bird to settle where I will.

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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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One interior life in which all beings live with God, themselves are God, existing in the mighty whole, indistinguishable as the cloudless east is from the cloudless west, when all the hemisphere is one cerulean blue.

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

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Fair seed-time had my soul, and I grew up
Fostered alike by beauty and by fear.

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And I was taught to feel, perhaps too much,
The self-sufficing power of Solitude.

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There is
One great society alone on earth:
The noble Living and the noble Dead.

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To thee
Science appears but what in truth she is,
Not as our glory and our absolute boast,
But as a succedaneum, and a prop
To our infirmity.

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We were brothers all
In honour, as in one community,
Scholars and gentlemen.

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Fair seedtime had my soul, and I grew up
Fostered alike by beauty and by fear.

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All shod with steel
We hissed along the polished ice, in games
Confederate.

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Yet still the solitary cliffs
Wheeled by me—even as if the earth had rolled
With visible motion her diurnal round!

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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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Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,
But to be young was very heaven!

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Spirits overwrought
Were making night do penance for a day
Spent in a round of strenuous idleness.

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When from our better selves we have too long
Been parted by the hurrying world, and droop,
Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired,
How gracious, how benign, is Solitude.

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Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows
Like harmony in music; there is a dark
Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles
Discordant elements, makes them cling together
In one society.

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Not in Utopia,—subterranean fields,—
Or some secreted island, Heaven knows where!
But in the very world, which is the world
Of all of us,—the place where in the end
We find our happiness, or not at all!

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Huge and mighty forms, that do not live
Like living men, moved slowly through the mind
By day, and were a trouble to my dreams.

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And from my pillow, looking forth by light
Of moon or favouring stars, I could behold
The antechapel where the statue stood
Of Newton with his prism and silent face,
The marble index of a mind for ever
Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
On Isaac Newton

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All things have second birth;
The earthquake is not satisfied at once.

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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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Prophets of Nature, we to them will speak A lasting inspiration, sanctified By reason, blest by faith: what we have loved, Others will love, and we will teach them how; Instruct them how the mind of man becomes A thousand times more beautiful than the earth On which he dwells.

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Those were the days
Which also first emboldened me to trust
With firmness …
that I might leave
Some monument behind me which pure hearts
Should reverence.

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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.

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