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William Wordsworth
Age: 80 †
Born: 1770
Born: April 7
Died: 1850
Died: April 23
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Cockermouth
Cumbria
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The childhood of today is the manhood of tomorrow
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Every gift of noble origin Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath.
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Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.
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Every great and original writer, in proportion as he is great and original, must himself create the taste by which he is to be relished.
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Truths that wake To perish never
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The monumental pomp of age Was with this goodly personage A stature undepressed in size, Unbent, which rather seemed to rise In open victory o'er the weight Of seventy years, to loftier height.
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I listened, motionless and still And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
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The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone
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Free as a bird to settle where I will.
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Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.
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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.
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...one interior life in which all beings live with God, themselves are God, existing in the mighty whole, indistinguishable as the cloudless east is from the cloudless west, when all the hemisphere is one cerulean blue.
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Of all that is most beauteous, imaged there In happier beauty more pellucid streams, An ampler ether, a diviner air, And fields invested with purpureal gleams.
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Babylon, Learned and wise, hath perished utterly, Nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh That would lament her.
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Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
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That blessed mood in which the burthen of the mystery, in which the heavy and the weary weight of all this unintelligible world is lightened.
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Faith is, necessary to explain anything, and to reconcile the foreknowledge of God with human evil.
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Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.
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the Mind of Man-- My haunt, and the main region of my song.
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I travelled among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea Nor England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee.
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