William Wordsworth
England
7 Apr 1770 // 23 Apr 1850
Poet
7 Apr 1770 // 23 Apr 1850
Poet
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Often have I sighed to measure
By myself a lonely pleasure,
Sighed to think I read a book,
Only read, perhaps, by me.
By myself a lonely pleasure,
Sighed to think I read a book,
Only read, perhaps, by me.
To the Small Celandine
Yet tears to human suffering are due;
And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown
Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.
And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown
Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.
Laodamia
Babylon,
Learned and wise, hath perished utterly,
Nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh
That would lament her.
Learned and wise, hath perished utterly,
Nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh
That would lament her.
Ecclesiastical Sonnets
By happy chance we saw
A twofold image: on a grassy bank
A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood
Another and the same!
A twofold image: on a grassy bank
A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood
Another and the same!
The Excursion
Scorn not the sonnet. Critic, you have frowned,
Mindless of its just honours; with this key
Shakespeare unlocked his heart.
Mindless of its just honours; with this key
Shakespeare unlocked his heart.
Scorn not the Sonnet
Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows
That for oblivion take their daily birth
From all the fuming vanities of earth.
That for oblivion take their daily birth
From all the fuming vanities of earth.
Sky-Prospect from the Plain of France
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love.
Beside the springs of Dove,
A maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love.
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
The clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober colouring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.
Do take a sober colouring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.
Intimations of Immortality
My eyes are dim with childish tears,
My heart is idly stirred,
For the same sound is in my ears
Which in those days I heard.
My heart is idly stirred,
For the same sound is in my ears
Which in those days I heard.
The Fountain
O Reader! had you in your mind
Such stores as silent thought can bring,
O gentle Reader! you would find
A tale in everything.
Such stores as silent thought can bring,
O gentle Reader! you would find
A tale in everything.
Simon Lee
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On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
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On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
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On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."
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