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William Wordsworth quotes - page 14
This city now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning silent bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields and to the sky All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
William Wordsworth
Our noisy years seem moments in the being of the eternal silence.
William Wordsworth
Truths that wake, To perish never.
William Wordsworth
By happy chance we saw A twofold image on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Another and the same.
William Wordsworth
Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost.
William Wordsworth
Mark the babe not long accustomed to this breathing world One that hath barely learned to shape a smile, though yet irrational of soul, to grasp with tiny finger -- to let fall a tear And, as the heavy cloud of sleep dissolves, To stretch his limbs, becoming, as might seem. The outward functions of intelligent man.
William Wordsworth
She seemed a thing that could not feel the touch of earthly years.
William Wordsworth
A genial hearth, a hospitable board, and a refined rusticity.
William Wordsworth
The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction.
William Wordsworth
Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm.
William Wordsworth
For by superior energies more strict Affiance in each other faith more firm In their unhallowed principles, the bad Have fairly earned a victory o'er the weak, The vacillating, inconsistent good.
William Wordsworth
Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower.
William Wordsworth
Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
William Wordsworth
What are fears but voices airy Whispering harm where harm is not. And deluding the unwary Till the fatal bolt is shot.
William Wordsworth
Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither.
William Wordsworth
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.
William Wordsworth
A deep distress hath humanized my Soul.
William Wordsworth
There is a luxury in self-dispraise And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast.
William Wordsworth
Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.
William Wordsworth
Recognizes ever and anon The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul.
William Wordsworth
That kill the bloom before its time, And blanch, without the owner's crime, The most resplendent hair.
William Wordsworth
Hearing often-times; The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power; To chasten and subdue.
William Wordsworth
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