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And through the heat of conflict keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.

And through the heat of conflict keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.

William Wordsworth
Law, Heat, Conflict
William Wordsworth (1857). “The Earlier Poems of William Wordsworth: Corrected as in the Latest Editions. With Preface, and Notes Showing the Text as it Stood in 1815”, p.323

Alas! how little can a moment show Of an eye where feeling plays In ten thousand dewy rays: A face o'er which a thousand shadows go!

William Wordsworth
Eye, Play, Feelings
William Wordsworth (1847). “The Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.172

A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.

William Wordsworth
Kissing, Simple, Simplicity
'She was a phantom of delight' (1807)

The Eagle, he was lord above

William Wordsworth
Eagles, Lord
William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth (1815). “Poems by William Wordsworth: Including Lyrical Ballads, and the Miscellaneous Pieces of the Author”, p.94

It may be safely affirmed that there neither is, nor can be, any essential difference between the language of prose and metrical composition.... They both speak by and to the same organs; the bodies in which both of them are clothed may be said to be of the same substance, their affections are kindred, and almost identical, not necessarily differing even in degree; Poetry sheds no tears "such as Angels weep," but natural and human tears; she can boast of no celestial ichor that distinguishes her vital juices from those of prose; the same human blood circulates through the veins of them both.

William Wordsworth
Angel, Blood, Differences

Not in Utopia, -- subterranean fields, --Or some secreted island, Heaven knows whereBut in the very world, which is the worldOf all of us, -- the place where in the endWe find our happiness, or not at all

William Wordsworth
Islands, Heaven, World
'The Prelude' (1850) bk. 11, l. 140

Look at the fate of summer flowers, which blow at daybreak, droop ere even-song.

William Wordsworth
Summer, Song, Flower
William Wordsworth (1994). “The Collected Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.110, Wordsworth Editions

She seemed a thing that could not feel the touch of earthly years.

William Wordsworth
Nature, Years, Feels
'A slumber did my spirit seal' (1800)

A genial hearth, a hospitable board, and a refined rusticity.

William Wordsworth
Food, Cooking, Boards
'A genial hearth' (1822)

Plain living and high thinking are no more. The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence, And pure religion breathing household laws.

William Wordsworth
Life, Peace, Thinking
"Written in London. September, 1802" l. 11 (1807)

Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm.

William Wordsworth
Men, Cloaks, Old Man
William Wordsworth (1847). “The Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.24

I should dread to disfigure the beautiful ideal of the memories of illustrious persons with incongruous features, and to sully the imaginative purity of classical works with gross and trivial recollections.

William Wordsworth
Beautiful, Memories, Purity
William Wordsworth, Robert Burns (1816). “A letter to a friend of Robert Burns occasioned by an intended republication of the account of the life of Burns, by dr. Currie [in The works of Robert Burns].”, p.18

Of friends, however humble, scorn not one.

William Wordsworth
Friends, Humble, Scorn
William Wordsworth (1835). “Yarrow Revisited,: And Other Poems”, p.85

O dearer far than light and life are dear.

William Wordsworth
Life, Light, Dear
William Wordsworth (2008). “The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: 1823-1833”, p.16, Cosimo, Inc.

For by superior energies; more strict affiance in each other; faith more firm in their unhallowed principles, the bad have fairly earned a victory over the weak, the vacillating, inconsistent good.

William Wordsworth
Victory And Defeat, Energy, Principles
William Wordsworth (1857). “The excursion, being a portion of The recluse, a poem”, p.107

I, methought, while the sweet breath of heaven Was blowing on my body, felt within A correspondent breeze, that gently moved With quickening virtue, but is now become A tempest, a redundant energy, Vexing its own creation.

William Wordsworth
Sweet, Heaven, Body
1799-1805 The Prelude, bk.1, l.33-8 (published 1850).

Since thy return, through days and weeks Of hope that grew by stealth, How many wan and faded cheeks Have kindled into health! The Old, by thee revived, have said, 'Another year is ours;' And wayworn Wanderers, poorly fed, Have smiled upon thy flowers.

William Wordsworth
Flower, Years, May
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.351

Sweet Mercy! to the gates of heaven This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven; The rueful conflict, the heart riven With vain endeavour, And memory of Earth's bitter leaven Effaced forever.

William Wordsworth
Sweet, Memories, Heart
William Wordsworth (1854). “The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth”, p.239

For youthful faults ripe virtues shall atone.

William Wordsworth
Faults, Blame, Virtue
William Wordsworth (1994). “The Collected Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.105, Wordsworth Editions

Action is transitory, a step, a blow, The motion of a muscle, this way or that, 'Tis done--And in the after-vacancy, We wonder at ourselves, like men betrayed.

William Wordsworth
Betrayal, Blow, Men
'The Borderers' (1842) act 3, l. 1539

The Primrose for a veil had spread The largest of her upright leaves; And thus for purposes benign, A simple flower deceives.

William Wordsworth
Flower, Simple, Purpose
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.123

A babe, by intercourse of touch I held mute dialogues with my Mother's heart.

William Wordsworth
Mother, Heart, Babe
1799-1805 The Prelude, bk.2, l.267-8 (published 1850).

His love was like the liberal air, embracing all, to cheer and bless.

William Wordsworth
Love, Cheer, Air

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.

William Wordsworth
Power, Getting High, Waste
"TheWorld Is Too Much with Us" l. 1 (1807)

Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.

William Wordsworth
War, Suffering, Without Hope
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.383

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