Author: 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.

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

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.

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

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.

- William Wordsworth

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

- William Wordsworth

One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.

One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.

- William Wordsworth

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

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

- William Wordsworth

How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.

How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.

- William Wordsworth

For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.

For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.

- William Wordsworth

That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.

That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.

- William Wordsworth

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