William Wordsworth

England
7 Apr 1770 // 23 Apr 1850
Poet

Quotes



How fast has brother followed brother,
From sunshine to the sunless land!
Since every mortal power of Coleridge
Was frozen at its marvellous source,
The rapt one, of the godlike forehead,
The heaven-eyed creature sleeps in earth:
And Lamb, the frolic and the gentle,
Has vanished from his lonely hearth.
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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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