Until a man might travel twelve stout miles, Or reap an acre of his neighbor's corn.
William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)
Source: The Brothers.
Contributed by: Zaady
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils.
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!
Source: Earth has not anything to show more fair.
Of all that is most beauteous, imaged there In happier beauty; more pellucid streams, An ampler ether, a diviner air, And fields invested with purpureal gleams.
Of blessed consolations in distress.
Source: Preface to the Excursion. (Edition, 1814.)
Wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoop Than when we soar,
Source: The Excursion. Book iii., 1798
Wisdom married to immortal verse.
Source: The Excursion. Book vii.
Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice; The confidence of reason give, And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live!
Source: Ode to Duty.
And he is oft the wisest man Who is not wise at all.
Source: The Oak and the Broom.
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.
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