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One solace yet remains for us who came Into this world in days when story lacked Severe research, that in our hearts we know How, for exciting youth's heroic flame, Assent is power, belief the soul of fact.

One solace yet remains for us who came Into this world in days when story lacked Severe research, that in our hearts we know How, for exciting youth's heroic flame, Assent is power, belief the soul of fact.

William Wordsworth
Heart, Flames, Soul
William Wordsworth (1994). “The Collected Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.359, Wordsworth Editions

As thou these ashes, little brook, wilt bear Into the Avon, Avon to the tide Of Severn, Severn to the narrow seas, Into main ocean they, this deed accursed An emblem yields to friends and enemies How the bold teacher's doctrine, sanctified By truth, shall spread, throughout the world dispersed.

William Wordsworth
Friendship, Teacher, Truth
"Ecclesiastical Sonnets (1821)". Part II, No. 17. "The Ecclesiastical sonnets of William Wordsworth", edited by Abbie Findlay Potts, archive.org. 1922.

There is a luxury in self-dispraise; And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast.

William Wordsworth
Grateful, Self, Luxury
William Wordsworth (1814). “The Excursion,: Being a Portion of The Recluse, a Poem”, p.162

Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.

William Wordsworth
Time, Lying, Boys
"Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood" l. 58 (1807)

Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice; The confidence of reason give, And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live!

William Wordsworth
Wise, Sacrifice, Light
William Wordsworth (1849). “The Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.371

Rapt into still communion that transcends The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him; it was blessedness and love!

William Wordsworth
Prayer, Office, Mind
William Wordsworth (1859). “The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Etc”, p.11

Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay, And at my casement sing, Though it should prove a farewell lay And this our parting spring. * * * * * Then, little Bird, this boon confer, Come, and my requiem sing, Nor fail to be the harbinger Of everlasting spring.

William Wordsworth
Spring, Farewell, Bird

"What is good for a bootless bene?" With these dark words begins my tale; And their meaning is, Whence can comfort spring When prayer is of no avail?

William Wordsworth
Prayer, Spring, Dark
William Wordsworth (2009). “The Poems of William Wordsworth: Collected Reading Texts from the Cornell Wordsworth Series”, p.632, Humanities-Ebooks

Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be? It is the generous spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought: Whose high endeavors are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright: Who, with a natural instinct to discern What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn; And in himself posses his own desire

William Wordsworth
Happiness, Real, Warrior
'Character of the Happy Warrior' (1807)

On a fair prospect some have looked, And felt, as I have heard them say, As if the moving time had been A thing as steadfast as the scene On which they gazed themselves away.

William Wordsworth
Time, Moving, Scene
William Wordsworth (1854). “The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth”, p.197

That kill the bloom before its time, And blanch, without the owner's crime, The most resplendent hair.

William Wordsworth
Time, Hair, Crime
William Wordsworth (1848). “The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: Together with a Description of the Country of the Lakes in the North of England”, p.71

Either still I find Some imperfection in the chosen theme, Or see of absolute accomplishment Much wanting, so much wanting, in myself, That I recoil and droop, and seek repose In listlessness from vain perplexity, Unprofitably travelling towards the grave.

William Wordsworth
Accomplishment, Imperfection, Vain
'The Prelude' (1850) bk. 1, l. 265

Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters.

William Wordsworth
Water, England, Needs
"London, 1802" l. 1 (1807)

It is the 1st mild day of March. Each minute sweeter than before... there is a blessing in the air.

William Wordsworth
Blessing, Air, March

Hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue.

William Wordsworth
Humanity, Sad Music, Hearing
'Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey' (1798) l. 88

Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.

William Wordsworth
Happiness, Dream, Strong
William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth (1815). “Poems”, p.140

Spires whose "silent finger points to heaven."

William Wordsworth
Heaven, Silence, Silent
William Wordsworth (1854). “The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth”, p.603

Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face.

William Wordsworth
Nature, Faces, Common
1802 'To the Daisy', stanza 1 (published 1807).

Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!

William Wordsworth
Sweet, Home, Lakes
1803 'Yarrow Unvisited', stanzas 6-7 (published 1807).

Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn

William Wordsworth
Prayer, Blow, Sight
"TheWorld Is Too Much with Us" l. 10 (1807)

And when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet; whence he blew Soul-animating strains,-alas! too few.

William Wordsworth
Hands, Soul, Path
William Wordsworth (1847). “The Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.203

How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land!

William Wordsworth
Brother, Sunshine, Land
'Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg' (1835)

The eye— it cannot choose but see; we cannot bid the ear be still; our bodies feel, where'er they be, against or with our will.

William Wordsworth
Eye, Ears, Body
William Wordsworth (1827). “The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth”, p.190

Turning, for them who pass, the common dust Of servile opportunity to gold.

William Wordsworth
Opportunity, Dust, Gold
William Wordsworth (1847). “The Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.269

For oft, when on my couch I lie in vacant or in pensive mood they flash upon that inward eye which is the bliss of solitude

William Wordsworth
Lying, Eye, Solitude
"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" l. 19 (1815 ed.)

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