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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 best of what we do and are, Just God, forgive!
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All that we behold is full of blessings.
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The wealthiest man among us is the best
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The tears into his eyes were brought, And thanks and praises seemed to run So fast out of his heart, I thought They never would have done. -I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning.
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That mighty orb of song, The divine Milton.
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How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.
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And the most difficult of tasks to keep Heights which the soul is competent to gain.
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The child is the father of man.
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That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
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Faith is, necessary to explain anything, and to reconcile the foreknowledge of God with human evil.
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To be a Prodigal's favourite,-then, worse truth, A Miser's pensioner,-behold our lot!
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In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.
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A babe, by intercourse of touch I held mute dialogues with my Mother's heart.
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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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Nature's old felicities.
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'T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower, And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.
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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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Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream.
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I've watched you now a full half-hour Self-poised upon that yellow flower And, little Butterfly! Indeed I know not if you sleep or feed. How motionless! - not frozen seas More motionless! and then What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees, And calls you forth again!
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A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays And confident tomorrows.
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