Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHI 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.
More William Wordsworth Quotes
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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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And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
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But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
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A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
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A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
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Thought and theory must precede all action, that moves to salutary purposes. Yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.
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But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
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Love betters what is best.
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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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Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge – it is as immortal as the heart of man.
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The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
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Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar.
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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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May books and nature be their early joy!
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One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.
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