Of blessed consolations in distress.
William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)
Source: Preface to the Excursion. (Edition, 1814.)
Contributed by: Zaady
Oft on the dappled turf at ease I sit, and play with similes, Loose type of things through all degrees.
Source: To the same Flower.
Often have I sighed to measure By myself a lonely pleasure,- Sighed to think I read a book, Only read, perhaps, by me.
Source: To the Small Celandine.
Oh, be wiser thou! Instructed that true knowledge leads to love.
Source: Lines left upon a Seat in a Yew-tree.
Oh for a single hour of that Dundee Who on that day the word of onset gave!
Source: Sonnet, in the Pass of Killicranky.
Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.
Source: Expostulation and Reply.
Choice word and measured phrase above the reach Of ordinary men.
Source: Resolution and Independence. Stanza 14.
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.
Source: Miscellaneous Sonnets. Part i. xxxiii.
Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.
Source: The Excursion. Book iii.
A genial hearth, a hospitable board, and a refined rusticity.
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