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William Wordsworth
England
7 Apr 1770 // 23 Apr 1850
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On Epitaph:
One that would peep and botanize
Upon his mother's grave.
A Poet's Epitaph
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On Light:
A light to guide, a rod
To check the erring, and reprove.
Ode to Duty
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With battlements that on their restless fronts
Bore stars.
The Excursion
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On Time:
The holy time is quiet as a nun
Breathless with adoration.
It is a beauteous Evening
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On Mind:
Minds that have nothing to confer
Find little to perceive.
Yes, Thou art Fair
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On Self-knowledge:
Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel
To self-reproach.
The Old Cumberland Beggar
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O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird,
Or but a wandering voice?
To the Cuckoo
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On Desire:
We meet thee, like a pleasant thought,
When such are wanted.
To the Daisy
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On Soul:
The gods approve
The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.
Laodamia
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On Woman:
Lady of the Mere,
Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
A narrow Girdle of rough Stones and Crags
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Ralph Waldo Emerson
On Anger:
"For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
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Friedrich Nietzsche
On Destiny:
"Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
Francis Bacon
On Friendship:
"A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."
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