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William Wordsworth
Age: 80 †
Born: 1770
Born: April 7
Died: 1850
Died: April 23
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And he is oft the wisest manWho is not wise at all.
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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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For all things are less dreadful than they seem.
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How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
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Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!
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Spires whose silent finger points to heaven.
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And mighty poets in their misery dead.
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We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
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The moving accident is not my trade To freeze the blood I have no ready arts: 'Tis my delight, alone in summer shade, To pipe a simple song for thinking hearts.
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Before us lay a painful road, And guidance have I sought in duteous love From Wisdom's heavenly Father. Hence hath flowed Patience, with trust that, whatsoe'er the way Each takes in this high matter, all may move Cheered with the prospect of a brighter day.
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She gave me eyes, she gave me ears And humble cares, and delicate fears A heart, the fountain of sweet tears And love and thought and joy.
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We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, When such are wanted.
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Careless of books, yet having felt the power Of Nature, by the gentle agency Of natural objects, led me on to feel For passions that were not my own, and think (At random and imperfectly indeed) On man, the heart of man, and human life.
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At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
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Dreams, books, are each a world.
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The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an angel's wing.
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The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart.
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Primroses, the Spring may love them Summer knows but little of them.
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Those old credulities, to Nature dear, Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock Of history?
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The very flowers are sacred to the poor.
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