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William Wordsworth - From the Art category:
Laying out grounds may be considered a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting. (William Wordsworth)
William Wordsworth - From the Courage category:
Though nothing can bring back the hour /Of splendor in the grass, or glory in the flower /We will grieve not, rather find /Strength in what remains behind. (William Wordsworth)
William Wordsworth - From the Earth category:
There was a time when meadow, grove and stream, / The earth and every common sight, / To me did seem / Apparelled in celestial light, /The glory and the freshness of a dream. (William Wordsworth)
William Wordsworth - From the Freedom category:
Me this unchartered freedom tires; / I feel the weight of chance-desires: / My hopes no more must change their name, / I long for a repose that ever is the same. (William Wordsworth)
William Wordsworth - From the Freedom category:
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)
William Wordsworth - From the Harmony category:
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)
William Wordsworth - From the Knowledge category:
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)
William Wordsworth - From the Life category:
Is there not an art, a music, and a stream of words that shalt be life, the acknowledged voice of life? (William Wordsworth)
William Wordsworth - From the Life category:
The little unremembered acts of kindness and love are the best parts of a person's life. (William Wordsworth)
William Wordsworth - From the Light category:
Come forth into the light of things. Let nature be your teacher. (William Wordsworth)
William Wordsworth - From the Loneliness category:
I wandered lonely as a cloud / That floats on high o'er vales and hills, / When all at once I saw a crowd, / A host, of golden daffodils. (William Wordsworth)
William Wordsworth - From the Nature category:
I have learned / To look on nature, not as in the hour / Of thoughtless youth; but hearing often-times / The still, sad music of humanity. (William Wordsworth)
William Wordsworth - From the Nature category:
Nature never did betray / The heart that loved her. (William Wordsworth)
William Wordsworth - From the Nature category:
Wherever nature led: more like a man / Flying from something that he dreads, than one / Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then / ...pleasures of my boyish days... all gone by / To me was all in all. –I cannot paint / What then I was... (William Wordsworth)
William Wordsworth - From the Poetry category:
A great poet ought to a certain degree to rectify men's feelings... to render their feelings more sane, pure and permanent, in short, more consonant to Nature. (William Wordsworth)
William Wordsworth - From the Power category:
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers; / Little we see in Nature that is ours. (William Wordsworth)
William Wordsworth - From the Words category:
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart... (William Wordsworth)
William Wordsworth - From the Writing category:
Every great and original writer, in proportion as he is great and original, must himself create the taste by which he is to be relished. (William Wordsworth)
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