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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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Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.
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The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on a dim and perilous way!
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She gave me eyes, she gave me ears And humble cares, and delicate fears A heart, the fountain of sweet tears And love and thought and joy.
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The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart.
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Oft in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life.
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What know we of the Blest above but that they sing, and that they love?
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The Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society.
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The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.
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My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began So is it now I am a man So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
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The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
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In heaven above, And earth below, they best can serve true gladness Who meet most feelingly the calls of sadness.
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For mightier far Than strength of nerve or sinew, or the sway Of magic potent over sun and star, Is love, though oft to agony distrest, And though his favourite be feeble woman's breast.
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His love was like the liberal air, embracing all, to cheer and bless.
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The sightless Milton, with his hair Around his placid temples curled And Shakespeare at his side,-a freight, If clay could think and mind were weight, For him who bore the world!
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My apprehension comes in crowds, I dread the rustling of the grass, The very shadows of the clouds, Have power to shake me as they pass, I question things and do not find, one that will answer to my mind, And all the world appears unkind.
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And when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet whence he blew Soul-animating strains,-alas! too few.
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A brotherhood of venerable trees.
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I should dread to disfigure the beautiful ideal of the memories of illustrious persons with incongruous features, and to sully the imaginative purity of classical works with gross and trivial recollections.
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Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay, And at my casement sing, Though it should prove a farewell lay And this our parting spring. * * * * * Then, little Bird, this boon confer, Come, and my requiem sing, Nor fail to be the harbinger Of everlasting spring.
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Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.
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