"As generations come and go, Their arts, their customs, ebb and flow; Fate, fortune, sweep strong powers away, And feeble, of themselves, decay."
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William Wordsworth quotes (page 17 of 24)
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"In that sweet mood when pleasure loves to pay Tribute to ease; and, of its joy secure, The heart luxuriates with indifferent things, Wasting its kindliness on stocks and stones, And on the vacant air."
"Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride."
"Therefore am I still a lover of the meadows and the woods, and mountains; and of all that we behold from this green earth."
"Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity."
"For all things are less dreadful than they seem."
"While all the future, for thy purer soul, With "sober certainties" of love is blest."
"Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things We murder to dissect. Enough of Science and of Art; Close up these barren leaves; Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives."
"Prompt to move but firm to wait - knowing things rashly sought are rarely found."
"in the mind of man, A motion and a spirit, that impels All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things."
"In heaven above, And earth below, they best can serve true gladness Who meet most feelingly the calls of sadness."
"Truths that wake To perish never"
"Come, blessed barrier between day and day, Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!"
"Imagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality."
"The best of what we do and are, Just God, forgive!"
"Books are yours, Within whose silent chambers treasure lies Preserved from age to age; more precious far Than that accumulated store of gold And orient gems, which, for a day of need, The Sultan hides deep in ancestral tombs. These hoards of truth you can unlock at will."
"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."
"O Reader! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought can bring, O gentle Reader! you would find A tale in everything."
"Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart."
"I, methought, while the sweet breath of heaven Was blowing on my body, felt within A correspondent breeze, that gently moved With quickening virtue, but is now become A tempest, a redundant energy, Vexing its own creation."