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One in whom persuasion and belief Had ripened into faith, and faith become A passionate intuition.

One in whom persuasion and belief Had ripened into faith, and faith become A passionate intuition.

William Wordsworth
Intuition, Passionate, Belief
William Wordsworth (1847). “The excursion, being a portion of The recluse, a poem”, p.161

She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and oh The difference to me!

William Wordsworth
Life, Differences, Graves
'She dwelt among the untrodden ways' (1800)

Mark the babe not long accustomed to this breathing world; One that hath barely learned to shape a smile, though yet irrational of soul, to grasp with tiny finger - to let fall a tear; And, as the heavy cloud of sleep dissolves, To stretch his limbs, becoming, as might seem. The outward functions of intelligent man.

William Wordsworth
Baby, Fall, Sleep
William Wordsworth (1847). “The Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.491

She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love.

William Wordsworth
Love, Sad, Spring
'She dwelt among the untrodden ways' (1800)

The wealthiest man among us is the best

William Wordsworth
Men, Wealth
William Wordsworth (1852). “Complete Poetical Works”, p.255

In heaven above, And earth below, they best can serve true gladness Who meet most feelingly the calls of sadness.

William Wordsworth
Sadness, Heaven, Sorrow
William Wordsworth (1847). “The Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.215

But who would force the soul tilts with a straw Against a champion cased in adamant

William Wordsworth
Soul, Champion, Tilt
William Wordsworth (1847). “The Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.327

Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore of nicely-caluculated less or more.

William Wordsworth
Generosity, Giving, Heaven
William Wordsworth, “Inside Of King's College Chapel, Cambridge”

The child shall become father to the man.

William Wordsworth
Children, Father, Men

Nature's old felicities.

William Wordsworth
Nature, Felicity
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.254

It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the sea: Listen! the mighty being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thundereverlastingly.

William Wordsworth
Time, Sea, Heaven
1802 'It is a beauteous evening calm and free', l.1-8 (published 1807).

Books are yours, Within whose silent chambers treasure lies Preserved from age to age; more precious far Than that accumulated store of gold And orient gems, which, for a day of need, The Sultan hides deep in ancestral tombs. These hoards of truth you can unlock at will.

William Wordsworth
Lying, Book, Age
William Wordsworth (1841). “The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth”, p.135

She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; And humble cares, and delicate fears; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears; And love and thought and joy.

William Wordsworth
Sweet, Heart, Humble
William Wordsworth (1837). “The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: Together with a Description of the Country of the Lakes in the North of England, Now First Published with His Works ...”, p.66

Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost.

William Wordsworth
Fire, May, Losing
William Wordsworth (1994). “The Collected Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.534, Wordsworth Editions

The gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.

William Wordsworth
Soul, Depth, Approval
'Laodamia' (1815) l. 74

Sweet childish days, that were as long, As twenty days are now.

William Wordsworth
Sweet, Long, Childhood
William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth (1815). “Poems”, p.116

A youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven.

William Wordsworth
Heaven, Earth, Youth
William Wordsworth (1835). “The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Etc”, p.88

Free as a bird to settle where I will.

William Wordsworth
Bird, Settling
1799-1805 The Prelude, bk.1, l.1-9 (published 1850).

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

William Wordsworth
Flower, Dancing, Fluttering
'I wandered lonely as a cloud' (1807).

Society became my glittering bride, And airy hopes my children.

William Wordsworth
Hope, Children, Airy
'The Excursion' (1814) bk. 3, l. 735

The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration.

William Wordsworth
Time, Quiet, Holy
"It Is a Beauteous Evening" l. 1 (1807)

For nature then to me was all in all.

William Wordsworth
Nature
'Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey' (1798) l. 72

Heaven lies about us in our infancy.

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

The child is father of the man: And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.

William Wordsworth
Children, Father, Men
"My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold" l. 1 (1807). Wordsworth also used the last three lines as the epigraph for his poem "Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood" (1807). See Milton 43

Knowledge and increase of enduring joy From the great Nature that exists in works Of mighty Poets.

William Wordsworth
Wisdom, Book, Poetry
William Wordsworth (1850). “The Prelude, Or, Growth of a Poet's Mind: An Autobiographical Poem”, p.131, London E. Moxon 1850.

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