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William Wordsworth
Age: 80 †
Born: 1770
Born: April 7
Died: 1850
Died: April 23
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Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood.
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One of those heavenly days that cannot die.
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I'll teach my boy the sweetest things I'll teach him how the owlet sings.
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In spite of difference of soil and climate, of language and manners, of laws and customs-in spite of things silently gone out of mind, and things violently destroyed, the Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society, as it is spread over the whole earth, and over all time.
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The eye— it cannot choose but see we cannot bid the ear be still our bodies feel, where'er they be, against or with our will.
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Wisdom married to immortal verse.
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Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost.
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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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And mighty poets in their misery dead.
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The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
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Rapt into still communion that transcends The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him it was blessedness and love!
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Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, We feel that we are greater than we know.
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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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O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!
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Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.
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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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But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!.
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And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy because We have been glad of yore.
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Earth has not anything to show more fair.
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There's something in a flying horse, There's something in a huge balloon.
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