As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHTo me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
More William Wordsworth Quotes
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Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.
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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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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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To character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together. Humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self.
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Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.
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A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
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There is a comfort in the strength of love; ‘Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart.
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Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
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Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.
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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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Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
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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.
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Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.
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How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
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Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
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