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Since every mortal power of Coleridge Was frozen at its marvellous source, The rapt one, of the godlike forehead, The heaven-eyed creature sleeps in earth: And Lamb, the frolic and the gentle, Has vanished from his

Since every mortal power of Coleridge Was frozen at its marvellous source, The rapt one, of the godlike forehead, The heaven-eyed creature sleeps in earth: And Lamb, the frolic and the gentle, Has vanished from his lonely hearth.

William Wordsworth
Lonely, Loneliness, Sleep
'Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg' (1835)

poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledge

William Wordsworth
Poetry, Spirit, Breaths
'Lyrical Ballads' (2nd ed., 1802) preface

Great God! I'd rather be a Pagan.

William Wordsworth
Pagan
"TheWorld Is Too Much with Us" l. 10 (1807)

Monastic brotherhood, upon rock Aerial.

William Wordsworth
Brother, Rocks, Brotherhood
William Wordsworth (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of William Wordsworth (Illustrated)”, p.2339, Delphi Classics

If thou art beautiful, and youth and thought endue thee with all truth-be strong;--be worthy of the grace of God.

William Wordsworth
Beauty, Beautiful, Art
William Wordsworth (1994). “The Collected Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.402, Wordsworth Editions

my brain Worked with a dim and undetermined sense Of unknown modes of being; o'er my thoughts There hung a darkness, call it solitude Or blank desertion.

William Wordsworth
Thoughtful, Thinking, Darkness
William Wordsworth (1994). “The Collected Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.638, Wordsworth Editions

The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart.

William Wordsworth
Heart, Fever, World
William Wordsworth (1985). “William Wordsworth: The Pedlar, Tintern Abbey, the Two-Part Prelude”, p.35, Cambridge University Press

I'll teach my boy the sweetest things; I'll teach him how the owlet sings.

William Wordsworth
Boys, Teach, My Boys
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.146

Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.

William Wordsworth
Art, Pride, Hands

'T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower, And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.

William Wordsworth
Faith, Flower, Wind
William Wordsworth (1851). “The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth ...”, p.180

There is One great society alone on earth: The noble living and the noble dead.

William Wordsworth
Life, Noble, Earth
The Prelude bk. 11, l. 393 (1850) See John Dewey 1; Hamer 1; Lyndon Johnson 5; Lyndon Johnson 6; Lyndon Johnson 8; Wallas 1

Primroses, the Spring may love them; Summer knows but little of them.

William Wordsworth
Summer, Spring, May
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.27

Brothers all In honour, as in one community, Scholars and gentlemen.

William Wordsworth
Brother, Community, Gentleman
'The Prelude' (1850) bk. 9, l. 227

Nor will I then thy modest grace forget, Chaste Snow-drop, venturous harbinger of Spring, And pensive monitor of fleeting years!

William Wordsworth
Spring, Years, Snow
William Wordsworth (1847). “The Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.206

And oft I thought (my fancy was-so strong) That I, at last, a resting-place had found: 'Here: will I dwell,' said I,' my whole life long, Roaming the illimitable waters round; Here will I live, of all but heaven disowned. And end my days upon the peaceful flood - To break my dream the vessel reached its bound; And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.

William Wordsworth
Dream, Strong, Home
William Wordsworth (1847). “The Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.20

Wisdom and Spirit of the universe! Thou soul, that art the eternity of thought, And giv'st to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion.

William Wordsworth
Art, Soul, Spirit
1799 'Influence of Natural Objects', l.1-4 (published in The Friend 28 Dec 1809).

Even thus last night, and two nights more I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep, by any stealth: So do not let me wear to-night away. Without thee what is all the morning's wealth? Come, blessed barrier between day and day, Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!

William Wordsworth
Mother, Dream, Morning
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.181

Oh for a single hour of that Dundee Who on that day the word of onset gave!

William Wordsworth
Hours, Dundee
William Wordsworth (1854). “The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth”, p.245

Those old credulities, to Nature dear, Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock Of history?

William Wordsworth
Nature, Historical, Dear
William Wordsworth (1847). “The Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.274

Enough, if something from our hands have power To live, and act, and serve the future hour; And if, as toward the silent tomb we go, Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, We feel that we are greater than we know.

William Wordsworth
Hands, Silent, Hours
'The River Duddon' (1820) st. 34 'After-Thought'

Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.

William Wordsworth
Romance, Sitting, Sole
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, William Wordsworth (2015). “Lyrical Ballads and other Poems by Samuel Taylor Coleridge and William Wordsworth (Including Their Thoughts On Poetry Principles and Secrets): Collections of Poetry which marked the beginning of the English Romantic movement in literature, including poems The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, The Dungeon, The Nightingale, Dejection: An Ode”, p.590, e-artnow

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
Dream, Light, Sight
"Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood" l. 1 (1807)

Bright flower! whose home is everywhere Bold in maternal nature's care And all the long year through the heir Of joy or sorrow, Methinks that there abides in thee Some concord with humanity, Given to no other flower I see The forest through.

William Wordsworth
Flower, Home, Years
William Wordsworth (1847). “The Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.365

O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice?

William Wordsworth
Voice, Bird, Cuckoos
'To the Cuckoo' (O blithe new-comer!, 1807)

Earth has not anything to show more fair.

William Wordsworth
Earth, Classic, Shows
"Composed uponWestminster Bridge" l. 1 (1807)

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