The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet’s dream.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHLove betters what is best.
More William Wordsworth Quotes
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I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
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Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science.
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Often in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life.
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And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
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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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A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
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Chains tie us down by land and sea; And wishes, vain as mine, may be All that is left to comfort thee.
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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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Rest and be thankful.
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The education of circumstances is superior to that of intuition.
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Mathematics is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.
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From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.
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There is creation in the eye.
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And I am happy when I sing.
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Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood.
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Let Nature be your teacher.
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Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
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Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.
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What we have loved Others will love And we will teach them how.
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Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.
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Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from.
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Habit rules the unreflecting herd.
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Imagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality.
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Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
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In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.
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In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
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