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Like thoughts whose very sweetness yielded proof that they were born for immortality.
William Wordsworth
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William Wordsworth
Age: 80 †
Born: 1770
Born: April 7
Died: 1850
Died: April 23
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Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.
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Since every mortal power of Coleridge Was frozen at its marvellous source, The rapt one, of the godlike forehead, The heaven-eyed creature sleeps in earth: And Lamb, the frolic and the gentle, Has vanished from his lonely hearth.
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A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
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Pleasures newly found are sweet When they lie about our feet.
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Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster child, her inmate man, Forget the glories he hath known And that imperial palace whence he came.
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Scorn not the sonnet. Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart.
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But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.
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