William Wordsworth

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity. ↗

— William Wordsworth

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The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly. ↗

— William Wordsworth

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The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love. ↗

— William Wordsworth

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The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours. ↗

— William Wordsworth

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I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more. ↗

— William Wordsworth

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To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. ↗

— William Wordsworth

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The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind. ↗

— William Wordsworth

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One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can. ↗

— William Wordsworth

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Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come. ↗

— William Wordsworth

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To begin, begin. ↗

— William Wordsworth