Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.

Quote by William Wordsworth

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We live by admiration, hope and love; and even as these are well and wisely...

We live by admiration, hope and love; and even as these are well and wisely...

Faith is a passionate intuition.

Faith is a passionate intuition.

How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free...

How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free...

Up! up! my friend, and quit your books; Or surely you'll grow double. . .

Up! up! my friend, and quit your books; Or surely you'll grow double. . .

Every great and original writer, in proportion as he is great and original, must himself...

Every great and original writer, in proportion as he is great and original, must himself...

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

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

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

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

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.

I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in...

I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in...

Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.

Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.

Drink, pretty creature, drink!

Drink, pretty creature, drink!

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

To begin, begin.

To begin, begin.

But, why, ungrateful, dwell on idle pain?

But, why, ungrateful, dwell on idle pain?

Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.

Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.

The child is father of the man.

The child is father of the man.

I would stand, If the night blackened with a coming storm, Beneath some rock, listening...

I would stand, If the night blackened with a coming storm, Beneath some rock, listening...

And the man of God said unto the king, If thou wilt give me half...

And the man of God said unto the king, If thou wilt give me half...

Belshazzar, whiles he tasted the wine, commanded to bring the golden and silver vessels which...

Belshazzar, whiles he tasted the wine, commanded to bring the golden and silver vessels which...

And said, My God forbid it me, that I should do this thing: shall I...

And said, My God forbid it me, that I should do this thing: shall I...