The child is father of the man.

Quote by William Wordsworth

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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...

When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world,...

When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world,...

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.

Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.

Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.

But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead...

But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead...

I am already kindly disposed towards you. My friendship it is not in my power...

I am already kindly disposed towards you. My friendship it is not in my power...

Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I,...

Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I,...

The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of...

The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of...

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not...

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not...

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

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

Nature never did betray The heart that loved her

Nature never did betray The heart that loved her

The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants;...

The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants;...

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

But, why, ungrateful, dwell on idle pain?

But, why, ungrateful, dwell on idle pain?

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

The ocean is a mighty harmonist.

The ocean is a mighty harmonist.

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.

For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless...

For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless...