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William Wordsworth
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William Wordsworth
Age: 80 †
Born: 1770
Born: April 7
Died: 1850
Died: April 23
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I'll teach my boy the sweetest things I'll teach him how the owlet sings.
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The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs.
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May books and nature be their early joy!
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Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
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A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable.
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Because the good old rule Sufficeth them,-the simple plan, That they should take who have the power, And they should keep who can.
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The sunshine is a glorious birth But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
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The world is too much with us late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.
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Poetry is the outcome of emotions recollected in tranquility.
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Ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
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Spires whose silent finger points to heaven.
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One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.
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Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns.
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What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.
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We have within ourselves Enough to fill the present day with joy, And overspread the future years with hope.
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But He is risen, a later star of dawn.
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Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows That for oblivion take their daily birth From all the fuming vanities of earth.
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Truth takes no account of centuries.
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All men feel a habitual gratitude, and something of an honorable bigotry, for the objects which have long continued to please them.
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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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