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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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Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar.
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Wisdom married to immortal verse.
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The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart.
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We Poets in our youth begin in gladness But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.
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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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And when the stream Which overflowed the soul was passed away, A consciousness remained that it had left Deposited upon the silent shore Of memory images and precious thoughts That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.
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A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
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Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
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Primroses, the Spring may love them Summer knows but little of them.
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She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love.
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That kill the bloom before its time, And blanch, without the owner's crime, The most resplendent hair.
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Bright was the summer's noon when quickening steps Followed each other till a dreary moor Was crossed, a bare ridge clomb, upon whose top Standing alone, as from a rampart's edge, I overlooked the bed of Windermere, Like a vast river, stretching in the sun.
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Delivered from the galling yoke of time.
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We live by admiration, hope and love.
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Therefore am I still a lover of the meadows and the woods, and mountains and of all that we behold from this green earth.
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I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams, wherever nature led.
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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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Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep/ Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind.
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He who feels contempt for any living thing hath faculties that he hath never used, and thought with him is in its infancy.
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Poetry is the outcome of emotions recollected in tranquility.
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