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The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, An appetite; a feeling and a love that had no need of a remoter charm by thought supplied, nor any interest

The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, An appetite; a feeling and a love that had no need of a remoter charm by thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.

William Wordsworth
Love, Passion, Eye
'Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey' (1798) l. 72

Books are the best type of the influence of the past.

William Wordsworth
Book, Past, Lovers

O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!

William Wordsworth
Joy, Remember, Embers
'Ode. Intimations of Immortality' (1807) st. 9

Careless of books, yet having felt the power Of Nature, by the gentle agency Of natural objects, led me on to feel For passions that were not my own, and think (At random and imperfectly indeed) On man, the heart of man, and human life.

William Wordsworth
Nature, Book, Passion
William Wordsworth (1994). “The Collected Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.131, Wordsworth Editions

But He is risen, a later star of dawn.

William Wordsworth
Stars, Dawn, He Is Risen
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.109

We have no knowledge, that is, no general principles drawn from the contemplation of particular facts, but what has been built up by pleasure, and exists in us by pleasure alone. The Man of Science, the Chemist and Mathematician, whatever difficulties and disgusts they may have had to struggle with, know and feel this. However painful may be the objects with which the Anatomist's knowledge is connected, he feels that his knowledge is pleasure; and where he has no pleasure he has no knowledge.

William Wordsworth
Pain, Struggle, Knowledge
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.211, e-artnow

The thought of our past years in me doth breed perpetual benedictions.

William Wordsworth
Time, Past, Years
'Ode. Intimations of Immortality' (1807) st. 9

Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.

William Wordsworth
Faith, Sweet, Flower
William Wordsworth (1854). “The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth”, p.397

in the mind of man, A motion and a spirit, that impels All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things.

William Wordsworth
Thoughtful, Men, Thinking
William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Michael Mason (2007). “Lyrical Ballads”, p.212, Pearson Education

That blessed mood in which the burthen of the mystery, in which the heavy and the weary weight of all this unintelligible world is lightened.

William Wordsworth
Blessed, Light, World
'Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey' (1798) l. 37

Laying out grounds... may be considered as a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting.... it is to assist Nature in moving the affections... the affections of those who have the deepest perception of the beauty of Nature.

William Wordsworth
Art, Moving, Perception
William Wordsworth (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of William Wordsworth (Illustrated)”, p.3779, Delphi Classics

Come, blessed barrier between day and day, Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!

William Wordsworth
Mother, Blessed, Sleep
William Wordsworth (1992). “Favorite Poems”, p.54, Courier Corporation

Truths that wake To perish never

William Wordsworth
Divine
'Ode. Intimations of Immortality' (1807) st. 9

True dignity abides with him alone Who, in the silent hour of inward thought, Can still suspect, and still revere himself, In lowliness of heart.

William Wordsworth
Heart, Inward, Dignity
William Wordsworth (1854). “The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth”, p.38

The softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth: Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes, She scans the future with the eye of gods.

William Wordsworth
Flower, Eye, Dark
1837 'At Bologna, In Remembrance of the Late Insurrections: Continued', l.12-14 (published 1842).

Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade Of that which once was great is passed away.

William Wordsworth
Men, Grieving, Shade
William Wordsworth (1854). “The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth”, p.254

I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous boy, The sleepless soul that perished in his pride; Of him who walked in glory and in joy, Following his plough, along the mountain-side. By our own spirits we are deified; We Poets in our youth begin in gladness, But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.

William Wordsworth
Pride, Boys, Joy
'Resolution and Independence' (1807) st. 7

A deep distress has humanised my soul.

William Wordsworth
Soul, Distress, My Soul

Like an army defeated The snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill; The Ploughboy is whooping — anon — anon! There's joy in the mountains: There's life in the fountains; Small clouds are sailing, Blue sky prevailing; The rain is over and gone.

William Wordsworth
Rain, Army, Clouds
William Wordsworth, Stephen Gill (2000). “The Major Works”, p.248, Oxford University Press, USA

Faith is, necessary to explain anything, and to reconcile the foreknowledge of God with human evil.

William Wordsworth
Faith, Evil, Reconcile

. . .this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 't is her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.

William Wordsworth
Nature, Kindness, Prayer
William Wordsworth (1992). “Favorite Poems”, p.24, Courier Corporation

By happy chance we saw A twofold image: on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Another and the same!

William Wordsworth
White, Snow, Rams
William Wordsworth (1814). “The Excursion,: Being a Portion of The Recluse, a Poem”, p.407

And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.

William Wordsworth
Love, Worthy, Seems
William Wordsworth (1828). “The Poetical Works”, p.227

Earth helped him with the cry of blood.

William Wordsworth
Blood, Earth, Cry
William Wordsworth (1827). “The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth”, p.354

Up! up! my friend, and quit your books, Or surely you 'll grow double! Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks! Why all this toil and trouble?

William Wordsworth
Friendship, Book, Toil
'The Tables Turned' (1798)

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