William Wordsworth

The best portion of a good man's life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love. ↗

— William Wordsworth

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Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility. ↗

— William Wordsworth

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Nature never did betray The heart that loved her. ↗

— William Wordsworth

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With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things. ↗

— William Wordsworth

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My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; ↗

— William Wordsworth

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Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow. ↗

— William Wordsworth

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The eye— it cannot choose but see; we cannot bid the ear be still; our bodies feel, where'er they be, against or with our will. ↗

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

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When from our better selves we have too long Been parted by the hurrying world, and droop, Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, How gracious, how benign, is Solitude ↗

— William Wordsworth

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Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home. ↗

— William Wordsworth

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