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William Wordsworth quotes - page 9
Where music dwells Lingering and wandering on as loth to die, Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof That they were born for immortality.
William Wordsworth
Fair seed-time had my soul, and I grew up Fostered alike by beauty and by fear.
William Wordsworth
There is a comfort in the strength of love Twill make a thing endurable, which else Would overset the brain, or break the heart.
William Wordsworth
More skilful in self-knowledge, even more pure, As tempted more more able to endure, As more exposed to suffering and distress.
William Wordsworth
The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite,a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm By thoughts supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
William Wordsworth
For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago.
William Wordsworth
Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on, Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.
William Wordsworth
That heareth not the loud winds when they call, And moveth all together, if it moves at all.
William Wordsworth
But shapes that come not at an earthly call Will not depart when mortal voices bid.
William Wordsworth
A jolly place,' said he, 'in times of old But something ails it now the spot is cursed.
William Wordsworth
Like,but oh how different.
William Wordsworth
The gentle Lady married to the Moor, And heavenly Una with her milk-white lamb.
William Wordsworth
The grim shape; Towered up between me and the stars, and still, For so it seemed, with purpose of its own; And measured motion like a living thing, Strode after me.
William Wordsworth
A reasoning, self-sufficing thing, An intellectual all-in-all.
William Wordsworth
A living thing Produced too slowly ever to decay; Of form and aspect too magnificent To be destroyed.
William Wordsworth
O sylvan Wye! thou wanderer thro' the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee!
William Wordsworth
Where lies the Land to which yon Ship must go? Fresh as a lark mounting at break of day, Festively she puts forth in trim array.
William Wordsworth
O Blithe newcomer! I have heard, I hear thee and rejoice. O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice?
William Wordsworth
A few strong instincts and a few plain rules, Among the herdsmen of the Alps, have wrought More for mankind at this unhappy day Then all the pride of intellect and thought?
William Wordsworth
And beauty, for confiding youth, Those shocks of passion can prepare That kill the bloom before its time; And blanch, without the owner's crime, The most resplendent hair.
William Wordsworth
There's something in a flying horse, There's something in a huge balloon; But through the clouds I'll never float Until I have a little Boat, Shaped like the crescent-moon.
William Wordsworth
Lives there a man whose sole delights Are trivial pomp and city noise, Hardening a heart that loathes or slights What every natural heart enjoys?
William Wordsworth
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