William Wordsworth

England
7 Apr 1770 // 23 Apr 1850
Poet

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Choice word and measured phrase above the reach
Of ordinary men.

Resolution and Independence

Sweetest melodies
Are those that are by distance made more sweet.

Personal Talk
And 't is my faith, that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.

Lines written in Early Spring
To the solid ground
Of Nature trusts the mind that builds for aye.

A Volant Tribe of Bards on Earth
The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift,
That no philosophy can lift.

Presentiments
He murmurs near the running brooks
A music sweeter than their own.

A Poet's Epitaph
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain
That has been, and may be again.

The Solitary Reaper
Recognizes ever and anon
The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul.

The Excursion
And you must love him, ere to you
He will seem worthy of your love.

A Poet's Epitaph
The harvest of a quiet eye,
That broods and sleeps on his own heart.

A Poet's Epitaph
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