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Behold her, single in the field,Yon solitary Highland lass!Reaping and singing by herself;Stop here, or gently pass!


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WILLIAM WORDSWORTH As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie/ Couched on the bald top of an eminence.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is m...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Rest and be thankful.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Sensations sweet,Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH How men livedEven next-door neighbors, as we say, yet stillStrangers, not knowing each the other's n...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH There is a comfort in the strength of love; 'Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset ...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The music in my heart I bore
Long after it was heard no more.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ...The happy Warrior... 'tis he whose law is reason; who depends upon that law as on the best of fri...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Tho...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of someth...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledge
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Then my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
S...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Wisdom is oft-times nearer when we stoop
Than when we soar.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The best portion of a good man's life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep/ Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
T...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH To character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together . . . humble ...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH And now I see with eye sereneThe very pulse of the machine.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Beloved Vale, I said, When I shall con those many records of my childish years
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Look for the stars, you'll say that there are none;
Look up a second time, and, one by one,
...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The silence that is in the starry sky,
The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollect...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH We have within ourselves
Enough to fill the present day with joy,
And overspread the future ...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH She gave me eyes, she gave me ears;
And humble cares, and delicate fears;
A heart, the fount...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from th...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Sweet childish days, that were as long as twenty days are now
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH And mighty poets in their misery dead.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH By our own spirits are we deified:We Poets in our youth begin in gladness;But thereof come in the en...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH