312 ordspråk av William Wordsworth
William Wordsworth
Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream.
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I am already kindly disposed towards you. My friendship it is not in my power to give: this is a gift which no man can make, it is not in our own power: a sound and healthy friendship is the growth of time and circumstance, it will spring up and thrive.
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I feel the weight of chance-desires.
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I hear, I hear, with joy I hear!
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I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more
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I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more
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I traveled among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea: Nor England! Did I know till then What love I bore to thee
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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.
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I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning.
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Impulses of deeper birth have come to him in solitude.
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In common things that round us lie Some random truths he can impart, -- The harvest of a quiet eye That broods and sleeps on his own heart.
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In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
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In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
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In years that bring the philosophic mind.
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Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present to live better in the future.
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