Quotes by William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth

English poet

Alive from: 1770-1850

Category: Poets (Contemporary)

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  Lost in a gloom of uninspired research.

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  Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.

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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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  A day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.

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  A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor.

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  A noble aim faithfully kept is a noble deed.

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  Bless was it in that dawn to be alive,/But to be young was very heaven.

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  Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,
  But to be young was very heaven.

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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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  Come into the light of things. Let nature be your teacher.

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  Faith is a passionate intuition.
  

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  Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
  

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  For by superior energies; more strict affiance in each other; faith more firm in their unhallowed principles, the bad have fairly earned a victory over the weak, the vacillating, inconsistent good.

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  For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.

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  Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore of nicely-calculated less or more.