FAVORITE QUOTS. from William WORDSWORTH--
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"I see what was, and is, and will abide; / Still glides the
    Stream, and shall for ever glide; / The Form remains, the
    Function never dies. . . . Through love, through hope, and
    faith's transcendent dower, / We feel that we are greater
    than we know."    ("After-thought" 4-6, 13-14)
    
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"Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: / The Soul that rises
    with us, our life's Star, / Hath had elsewhere its setting, /
    And cometh from afar: / Not in entire forgetfulness, / And not
    in utter nakedness, / But trailing clouds of glory do we come /
    From God, who is our home: / Heaven lies about us in our infancy!"
    ("Intimations Ode" 5.1-9)

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"Hence in a season of calm weather / Though inland far we be, / Our
    Souls have sight of that immortal sea / Which brought us hither,
    / Can in a moment travel thither, / And see the Children sport
    upon the shore, / And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore."
    ("Int. Ode" 9.33-39)

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"To me the meanest flower that blows can give / Thoughts that do often
    lie too deep for tears."    ("Int. Ode" 11.16-17)

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"I was often unable to think of external things as having external
    existence, and I communed with all that I saw as something not apart
    from, but inherent in, my own immaterial nature. Many times while
    going to school have I grasped at a wall or tree to recall myself
    from this abyss of idealism to the reality."
    ("Int. Ode," Fenwick note)

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"Archimedes said that he could move the world if he had a point whereon
    to rest his machine. Who has not felt the same aspirations as regards
    the world of his own mind?"    ("Int. Ode," Fenwick note)
    
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"To her fair works did Nature link / The human soul that through me
    ran. . . ."    ("Lines written in Early Spring" 5-6)

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"If this belief from heaven be sent, / If such be Nature's holy plan,
    / Have I not reason to lament / What man has made of man?"
    ("Lines written in Early Spring" 21-24)

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". . . for there is a spirit in the woods."    ("Nutting" 56)

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 ". . . we have all of us one human heart."
     ("The Old Cumberland Beggar" 153)

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"On a fair prospect some have looked / And felt, as I have heard
    them say, / As if the moving time had been / A thing as steadfast
    as the scene / On which they gazed themselves away."
    (_Peter_Bell_ 1.266-270)

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"What nobler marvels than the mind. . . ?"
    (_Peter_Bell_, "Prologue" 143)

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"The principle object, then, proposed in these Poems was to choose
    incidents and situations from common life, and to relate or describe
    them, throughout, as far as was possible in a selection of language
    really used by men, and, at the same time, to throw over them a
    certain colouring of imagination. . . ."    ( "Preface" to _LB_)

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"For a multitude of causes, unknown to former times, are now acting with
    a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and,
    unfitting it for all voluntary exertion, to reduce it to a state of
    almost savage torpor."    ("Preface")

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". . . poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes
    its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity. . . ."
    ("Preface")

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"The mind of Man is fram'd even like the breath / And harmony of music.
    There is a dark / Invisible workmanship that reconciles / Discordant
    elements, and makes them move / In one society. Ah me! that all /
    The terrors, all the early miseries[,] / Regrets, vexations,
    lassitudes, that all / The thoughts and feelings which have been
    infus'd / Into my mind, should ever have made up / The calm existence
    that is mine when I / Am worthy of myself!"    (1805 _Prel._ 1.351-61)

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". . . for many days, my brain / Work'd with a dim and undetermin'd sense
    / Of unknown modes of being. . . ."    (1805 _Prel._ 1.418-20)

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"Wisdom and Spirit of the universe! / Thou Soul that art the Eternity of
    Thought! / That giv'st to forms and images a breath / And everlasting
    motion! . . . until we recognize / A grandeur in the beatings of the
    heart."    (1805 _Prel._ 1.428-31, 440-41)

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". . . sometimes, when I think of it, I seem / Two consciousnesses,
    conscious of myself / And of some other Being."
    (1805 _Prel._ 2.31-33)

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"Oft in those moments such a holy calm / Did overspread my soul . . .
    and what I saw / Appear'd like something in myself, a dream, / A
    prospect in my mind."    (1805 _Prel._ 2.367-71)

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"I felt the sentiment of Being spread / O'er all that moves, and all that
    seemeth still, / O'er all, that, lost beyond the reach of thought /
    And human knowledge, to the human eye / Invisible, yet liveth to the
    heart, / O'er all that leaps, and runs, and shouts, and sings, / Or
    beats the gladsome air, o'er all that glides / Beneath the wave, yea,
    in the wave itself / And mighty depth of waters. Wonder not / If such
    my transports were; for in all things / I saw one life, and felt that
    it was joy."    (1805 _Prel._ 2.420-30)

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"I was the Dreamer, they the Dream. . . ."    (1805 _Prel._ 3.28)

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". . . my theme has been / What pass'd within me."
    (1805 _Prel._ 3.173-74)

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". . . but in the main / It lies far hidden from the reach of words." 
    (1805 _Prel._ 3.184-85)

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"Points have we of us all within our souls, / Where all stand
    single. . . ."    (1805 _Prel._ 3.186-87)

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"Caverns there were within my mind, which sun / Could never
    penetrate. . . ."    (1805 _Prel._ 3.246-47)

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"A soul divine [in] which we participate. . . ." (1805 _Prel._ 5.16)

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"Oh! give us once again the Wishing-Cap / Of Fortunatus, and the
    invisible Coat / Of Jack the Giant-killer, Robin Hood, / And
    Sabra in the forest with St. George!"    (1805 _Prel._ 5.364-67)

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". . . the sick sight / And giddy prospect of the raving stream, /
    The unfetter'd clouds, and region of the heavens, / Tumult and
    peace, the darkness and the light / Were all like workings of
    one mind, the features / Of the same face, blossoms upon one
    tree, / Characters of the great Apocalypse, / The types and
    symbols of Eternity, / Of first and last, and midst, and without
    end."    (1805 _Prel._ 6.564-72)

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"a public road . . . its disappearing line . . . Was like a guide into
    eternity, / At least to things unknown and without bound. . . ."
    (1805 _Prel._ 12.145, 148, 151-52)

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"Theirs is the language of the heavens, the power, / The thought, the
    image, and the silent joy; / Words are but under-agents in their
    souls. . . ."  (1805 _Prel._ 12.270-72)

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". . . the Poet . . . hath stood / By Nature's side among the men of old,
    / And so shall stand for ever. . . . Poets, even as Prophets, each
    with each / [are] Connected in a mighty scheme of truth. . . ."
    (1805 _Prel._ 12.294, 296-98, 301-302)

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". . . and it appear'd to me / The perfect image of a mighty Mind, / Of
    one that feeds upon infinity, / That is exalted by an underpresence,
    / The sense of God, or whatsoe'er is dim / Or vast in its own
    being. . . ."    (1805 _Prel._ 13.68-73)

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". . . we have traced the stream / From darkness, and the very place of
    birth / In its blind cavern, whence is faintly heard / The sound of
    waters; follow'd it to light / And open day, accompanied its course
    / Among the ways of Nature, afterwards / Lost sight of it bewilder'd
    and engulph'd, / Then given it greeting as it rose once more / With
    strength, reflecting in its solemn breast / The works of man and face
    of human life, / And lastly, from its progress have we drawn / The
    feelings of life endless, the great thought / By which we live,
    Infinity and God."    (1805 _Prel._ 13.165-77)

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 ". . . the life / Of all things and the mighty unity / In all which we
     behold, and feel, and are...."    (1805 _Prel._ 13.246-48)

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"Such consciousness I deem but accidents, / Relapses from the one interior
    life / That lives in all things, sacred from the touch / Of that false
    secondary power by which / In weakness we create distinctions."
    (_Prel._, MS frag)

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"the one interior life / That lives in all things" (_Prel._, MS frag)

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"Not Chaos, not / The darkest pit of lowest Erebus, / Nor aught of blinder
    vacancy, scooped out / By help of dreams--can breed such fear and awe
    / As fall upon us often when we look / Into our Minds, into the Mind of
    Man-- / My haunt, and the main region of my song."    ("Prospectus" to
    _The_Recluse_ 35-41)

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"Paradise, and groves / Elysian, Fortunate Fields--like those of old /
    Sought in the Atlantic Main--why should they be / A history only of
    departed things, / Or a mere fiction of what never was? / For the
    discerning intellect of Man, / When wedded to this goodly universe
    / In love and holy passion, shall find these / A simple produce of
    the common day. / --I, long before the blissful hour arrives, /
    Would chant, in lonely peace, the spousal verse / Of this great
    consummation. . . ."    ("Prospectus" 47-58)

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"As high as we have mounted in delight / In our dejection do we sink as
    low. . . ."    ("Resolution and Independence" 4.3-4)

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"And the whole body of the Man did seem / Like one whom I had met with in
    a dream; / Or like a man from some far region sent, / To give me human
    strength, by apt admonishment."
    ("Resolution and Independence" 16.4-7)

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"O Reader! had you in your mind / Such stores as silent thought can bring,
    / O gentle Reader! you would find / A tale in every thing."
    ("Simon Lee" 65-68)

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"Our meddling intellect / Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:-- /
    we murder to dissect."    ("The Tables Turned" 26-28)

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 ". . . that serene and blessed mood, / In which the affections gently
     lead us on,-- / Until, the breath of this corporeal frame / And even
     the motion of our human blood / Almost suspended, we are laid asleep
     / In body, and become a living soul: / While with an eye made quiet
     by the power / Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, / We see into
     the life of things."    ("Tintern Abbey" 41-49)

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"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."    ("Tintern Abbey" 93-102)

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"Oh! yet a little while / May I behold in thee what I was once, / My dear,
    dear Sister!"    ("Tintern Abbey" 119-21)

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". . . when thy mind / Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, / Thy
    memory be as a dwelling-place / For all sweet sounds and harmonies; oh!
    then, / If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief, / Should be thy
    portion, with what healing thoughts / Of tender joy wilt thou remember
    me, / And these my exhortations!"    ("Tintern Abbey" 139-46)

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"Nor is it I who play the part, / But a shy spirit in the heart, / That
    comes and goes--will sometimes leap / From hiding-places ten years
    deep.  .  .  ."    (_The_Waggoner_ 4.209-212)



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