It is the 1st mild day of March. Each minute sweeter than before... there is a blessing in the air. William Wordsworth More Quotes by William Wordsworth More Quotes From William Wordsworth Thought and theory must precede all action, that moves to salutary purposes. Yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory. William Wordsworth theoryaction Oh there is blessing in this gentle breeze, A visitant that while it fans my cheek Doth seem half-conscious of the joy it brings From the green fields, and from yon azure sky. Whate'er its mission, the soft breeze can come To none more grateful than to me; escaped From the vast city, where I long had pined A discontented sojourner: now free, Free as a bird to settle where I will. William Wordsworth gratefulcitiesblessing Neither evil tongues, rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all the dreary intercourse of daily life, shall ever prevail against us. William Wordsworth perseverancekindnesslife Bright was the summer's noon when quickening steps William Wordsworth julysummerrivers This City now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. William Wordsworth morningbeautylying To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. William Wordsworth flowerblowlying And I am happy when I sing. William Wordsworth And when the stream Which overflowed the soul was passed away, A consciousness remained that it had left Deposited upon the silent shore Of memory images and precious thoughts That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed. William Wordsworth passed-awaysoulmemories ... and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars. William Wordsworth pleasurestars 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. William Wordsworth afterlifestarssleep Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels. William Wordsworth pleasuresorrowpride A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard... Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. William Wordsworth voicesilencesea The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet's dream. William Wordsworth lightseadream How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold. William Wordsworth freedomflowerlove The ocean is a mighty harmonist. William Wordsworth environmentoceansea Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretch'd in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. William Wordsworth spacestarsflower May books and nature be their early joy! William Wordsworth naturejoybook [Mathematics] is an independent world created out of pure intelligence. William Wordsworth independentmathworld Great is the glory, for the strife is hard! William Wordsworth strifehardglory The tears into his eyes were brought, And thanks and praises seemed to run So fast out of his heart, I thought They never would have done. -I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning. William Wordsworth gratitudeheartrunning
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