- Stern daughter of the voice of God!
																
- O Duty! if that name thou love
																
- Who art a light to guide, a rod
																
- To check the erring and reprove.
															
    
														 
														
															WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, Ode to Duty 
														 
														
															
																
																	 - I look for ghosts; but none will force
																	
- Their way to me. 'Tis falsely said
																	
- That there was ever intercourse
																	
- Between the living and the dead.
																
    
															 
															
																WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, Affliction of Margaret 
															 
														 
														
															
																 - Never did sun more beautifully steep
																
- In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
																
- Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
																
- The river glideth at his own sweet will:
																
- Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
																
- And all that. mighty heart is lying still!
															
      
														 
														
															WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, Sept. 3, 1802 
														 
														
															Wisdom is oftimes nearer when we stoop Than when we soar. 
 
															WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, The Excursion 
															Society became my glittering bride, 
															  And airy hopes my children. 
															WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, The Excursion 
															Our thoughts at least are ours. 
														 
														
															WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, It Was an April Morning: Fresh and Clear 
														 
														
															
																 - There is a comfort in the strength of love; 
																
- 'Twill make a thing endurable, which else
																
- Would overset the brain, or break the heart.
															
   
														 
														
															WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, Michael 
														 
														
															
																 - Private courts,
																
- Gloomy as coffins, and unsightly lanes
																
- Thrilled by some female vendor's scream, belike
																
- The very shrillest of all London cries,
																
- May then entangle our impatient steps;
																
- Conducted through those labyrinths, unawares,
																
- To privileged regions and inviolate,
																
- Where from their airy lodges studious lawyers
																
- Look out on waters, walks, and gardens green.
															
         
														 
														
															WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, The Prelude 
														 
														
															Relaxation from business seems to be a necessity to our existence; to take an occasional holiday, therefore, is not only justifiable but highly commendable. 
															WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, attributed, Day's Collacon 
															The sky rejoices in the morning's birth. 
														 
														
															WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, Resolution and Independence 
														 
														
															
																 - As high as we have mounted in delight
																
- In our dejection do we sink as low.
															
  
														 
														
															WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, Resolution and Independence 
														 
														
															
																 - Our haughty life is crowned with darkness,
																
- Like London with its own black wreath.
															
  
														 
														
															WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, "Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg" 
														 
														
															
																 - 'Tis not in battles that from youth we train
																
- The Governor who must be wise and good,
																
- And temper with the sternness of the brain
																
- Thoughts motherly, and meek as womanhood.
															
    
														 
														
															WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, I Grieved for Buonaparté 
															Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows That for oblivion take their daily birth From all the fuming vanities of earth. 
 
															WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, Sky-Prospect: from the Plain of France 
															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, The Excursion 
														  These two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together: manly dependence and manly independence, manly reliance and manly self-reliance. 
															WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, William Wordsworth: A Biographical Sketch with Selections from His Writings in Poetry and Prose 
														  Whose powers shed round him in the common strife, Or mild concerns of ordinary life, A constant influence, a peculiar grace. 
															WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, Character of the Happy Warrior 
														  I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean and the living air, And the blue sky, and 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, "Lines written a few miles above Tintern Abbey" 
														 
														
													
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