Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, Nor thought of tender happiness betray.
William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)
Source: Character of the Happy Warrior.
Contributed by: Zaady
But he is risen, a later star of dawn.
Source: A Morning Exercise.
To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Source: Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 11.
The gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.
The bane of all that dread the Devil.
Source: The Idiot Boy.
Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on, Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.
Source: The Borderers. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
Source: To a Young Lady. Dear Child of Nature.
Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life.
Source: Lines completed a few miles above Tintern Abbey.
Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives.
A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free.
Source: The Fountain.
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