But trailing clouds of glory do we come from God, who is our home.

William Wordsworth

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She was a Phantom of delight
When first she gleam'd upon my sight;
A lovely Apparition, sent
To be a moment's ornament:
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;
Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful dawn;
A dancing shape, an image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and waylay.

William Wordsworth

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... and we shall find
A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.

William Wordsworth


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I'll teach my boy the sweetest things;
I'll teach him how the owlet sings.

William Wordsworth


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What though the radiance that was once so bright, be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.

William Wordsworth


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I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds
With coldness still returning;
Alas! the gratitude of men
Has oftener left me mourning.

William Wordsworth


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To begin, begin.

William Wordsworth


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Upon Westminster Bridge

Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
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.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!

William Wordsworth

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The best portion of a good man's life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love.

William Wordsworth

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Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is the countenance of all science.

William Wordsworth


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