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 And much it grieved my heart to think
What Man has made of Man.
| William Wordsworth | 
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But hearing oftentimes
The still, sad music of humanity. | William Wordsworth |
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Child is father of the man. | William Wordsworth |
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From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly
fears and haunting thoughts proceed. | William Wordsworth |
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God made the flowers to beautify the art and cheer
man’s careful mood. | William Wordsworth |
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Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air
In his own ground.
Pope
Type of the wise, who soar, but never roam
True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home. | William Wordsworth |
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Heaven lies about us in our infancy. | William Wordsworth |
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My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky. | William Wordsworth |
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Nature never did betray
The heart that loved her. | William Wordsworth |
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One impulse from vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral, evil and of good,
Than all the sages can. | William Wordsworth |
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Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. | William Wordsworth |
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Pleasures newly found are sweet
When they lie about our feet. | 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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Poetry is the wisdom married to immoral verse. | William Wordsworth |
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Small service is true service while it lasts… | William Wordsworth |
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