Tag: William Wordsworth
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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.
William Wordsworth
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But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.
William Wordsworth
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The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
William Wordsworth
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The child is father of the man.
William Wordsworth
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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.
William Wordsworth
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That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
William Wordsworth
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Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.
William Wordsworth
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Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
William Wordsworth
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Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
William Wordsworth
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I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
William Wordsworth