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A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor.
Lyrical Ballads (1798)
The common growth of Mother Earth
Suffices me,—her tears, her mirth,
Her humblest mirth and tears.
Peter Bell (1798)
Though inland far we be,
Our souls have sight of that immortal sea
Which brought us hither.
As if the man had fixed his face,
In many a solitary place,
Against the wind and open sky!
Peter Bell (1798)
There is
One great society alone on earth:
The noble Living and the noble Dead.
Often have I sighed to measure
By myself a lonely pleasure,—
Sighed to think I read a book,
Only read, perhaps, by me.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed (1919)
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud (1804)
Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year;
And worship'st at the Temple's inner shrine,
God being with thee when we know it not.
Our noisy years seem moments in the being
Of the eternal Silence.
A perfect Woman, nobly planned
To warn, to comfort, and command.
Sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
A noticeable man, with large gray eyes.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed (1919)
Death is the quiet haven of us all.
Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895)
O joy! that in our embers
Is something that doth live.
The picture of the mind revives again:
While here I stand, not only with the sense
Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts
That in this moment there is life and food
For future years.
Lyrical Ballads (1798)
Sad fancies do we then affect,
In luxury of disrespect
To our own prodigal excess
Of too familiar happiness.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed (1919)
She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!
Lyrical Ballads (1798)
Thus fares it still in our decay,
And yet the wiser mind
Mourns less for what age takes away
Than what it leaves behind.
Yet sometimes, when the secret cup
Of still and serious thought went round,
It seemed as if he drank it up,
He felt with spirit so profound.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed (1919)
True dignity abides with him alone
Who, in the silent hour of inward thought,
Can still suspect, and still revere himself,
In lowliness of heart.