William Wordsworth

England
7 Apr 1770 // 23 Apr 1850
Poet

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The budding rose above the rose full blown.

The Prelude. Book xi
One of those heavenly days that cannot die.

Nutting
That mighty orb of song,
The divine Milton.

The Excursion
Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark.

A Morning Exercise

Spires whose 'silent finger points to heaven.'

The Excursion
A few strong instincts, and a few plain rules.

Alas! what boots the long laborious Quest?
That inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude.

I wandered lonely
The best of what we do and are,
Just God, forgive!

Thoughts suggested on the Banks of the Nith
The rainbow comes and goes,
And lovely is the rose.

Intimations of Immortality
And he is oft the wisest man
Who is not wise at all.

The Oak and the Broom
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