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William Wordsworth
Age: 80 †
Born: 1770
Born: April 7
Died: 1850
Died: April 23
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May books and nature be their early joy!
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We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
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Yet sometimes, when the secret cup Of still and serious thought went round, It seemed as if he drank it up, He felt with spirit so profound.
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One that would peep and botanize Upon his mother's grave.
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The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells.
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Wisdom married to immortal verse.
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Often have I sighed to measure By myself a lonely pleasure,- Sighed to think I read a book, Only read, perhaps, by me.
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In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing.
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One solace yet remains for us who came Into this world in days when story lacked Severe research, that in our hearts we know How, for exciting youth's heroic flame, Assent is power, belief the soul of fact.
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Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and only thereWith hope it is, hope that can never die,Effort and expectation, and desire,And something evermore about to be.
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And what if thou, sweet May, hast known Mishap by worm and blight If expectations newly blown Have perished in thy sight If loves and joys, while up they sprung, Were caught as in a snare Such is the lot of all the young, However bright and fair.
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Sad fancies do we then affect, In luxury of disrespect To our own prodigal excess Of too familiar happiness.
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No motion has she now, no force she neither hears nor sees rolled around in earth's diurnal course, with rocks, and stones, and trees.
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Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
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A Primrose by a river's brim A yellow primrose was to him And it was something more.
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To the solid ground Of nature trusts the Mind that builds for aye.
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Choice word and measured phrase above the reach Of ordinary men.
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Yon foaming flood seems motionless as iceIts dizzy turbulence eludes the eye,Frozen by distance.
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Free as a bird to settle where I will.
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A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free.
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