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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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True dignity abides with him alone Who, in the silent hour of inward thought, Can still suspect, and still revere himself, In lowliness of heart.
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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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Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain That has been, and may be again.
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There is a luxury in self-dispraise And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast.
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For oft, when on my couch I lie in vacant or in pensive mood they flash upon that inward eye which is the bliss of solitude
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Hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue.
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We bow our heads before Thee, and we laud, And magnify thy name Almighty God! But man is thy most awful instrument, In working out a pure intent.
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While all the future, for thy purer soul, With sober certainties of love is blest.
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The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
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The weight of sadness was in wonder lost.
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A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
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Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee! . . . . . . Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: So didst thou travel on life's common way In cheerful godliness.
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The light that never was, on sea or land The consecration, and the Poet's dream.
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But to a higher mark than song can reach, Rose this pure eloquence.
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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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Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
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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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A babe, by intercourse of touch I held mute dialogues with my Mother's heart.
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