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Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
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 thought of Chatterton, the marvellous boy, The sleepless soul that perished in his pride Of him who walked in glory and in joy, Following his plough, along the mountain-side. By our own spirits we are deified We Poets in our youth begin in gladness, But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.
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Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.
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Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.
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But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.
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His high endeavours are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright.
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The streams with softest sound are flowing, The grass you almost hear it growing, You hear it now, if e'er you can.
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I am already kindly disposed towards you. My friendship it is not in my power to give: this is a gift which no man can make, it is not in our own power: a sound and healthy friendship is the growth of time and circumstance, it will spring up and thrive like a wildflower when these favour, and when they do not, it is in vain to look for it.
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Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground?
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Science appears but what in truth she is, Not as our glory and our absolute boast, But as a succedaneum, and a prop To our infirmity.
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Sweet Mercy! to the gates of heaven This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven The rueful conflict, the heart riven With vain endeavour, And memory of Earth's bitter leaven Effaced forever.
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A brotherhood of venerable trees.
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The budding rose above the rose full blown.
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