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William Wordsworth
Age: 80 †
Born: 1770
Born: April 7
Died: 1850
Died: April 23
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Sweet Mercy! to the gates of heaven This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven The rueful conflict, the heart riven With vain endeavour, And memory of Earth's bitter leaven Effaced forever.
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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!
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Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
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These hoards of wealth you can unlock at will.
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Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
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But who would force the soul tilts with a straw Against a champion cased in adamant
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His high endeavours are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright.
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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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Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain That has been, and may be again.
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The Eagle, he was lord above
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Imagination, which in truth Is but another name for absolute power And clearest insight, amplitude of mind, And reason, in her most exalted mood.
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But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for humankind, Is happy as a lover.
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The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift, That no philosophy can lift.
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For youthful faults ripe virtues shall atone.
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The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart.
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To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
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What are fears but voices airy? Whispering harm where harm is not. And deluding the unwary Till the fatal bolt is shot!
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In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
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one daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.
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The silence that is in the starry sky, / The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
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