312 ordspråk av William Wordsworth
William Wordsworth
Still longed for, never seen.
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Strange fits of passion have I known:/ And I will dare to tell,/ But in the lover's ear alone,/ What once to me befell.
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Strongest minds Are often those of whom the noisy world Hears least.
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Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity
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Surprised by joy -- impatient as the wind I wished to share the transport.
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Sweet childish days, that were as long as twenty days are now
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Sweetest melodies Are those that are by distance made more sweet.
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Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense.
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Ten thousand saw I at a glance/ Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
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Than all the sages can.
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That blessed mood, In which the burden of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened.
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That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
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The best of what we do and are, Just God, forgive!
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The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love
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The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one!
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