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All men feel something of an honorable bigotry for the objects which have long continued to please them.
Lyrical Ballads (1798)
— A simple child,
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death?
Lyrical Ballads (1798)
I have said that poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.
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The sweetest thing that ever grew
Beside a human door!
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Oh, be wise, Thou!
Instructed that true knowledge leads to love.
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One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.
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Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your teacher.
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Something between a hindrance and a help.
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And homeless near a thousand homes I stood,
And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.
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In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
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Lady of the Mere,
Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
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The eye—it cannot choose but see;
we cannot bid the ear be still;
our bodies feel, where'er they be,
against or with our will.
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What fond and wayward thoughts will slide
Into a lover's head!
"O mercy!" to myself I cried,
"If Lucy should be dead!"
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And sings a solitary song
That whistles in the wind.
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The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this.
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I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds
With coldness still returning;
Alas! the gratitude of men
Hath oftener left me mourning.
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May no rude hand deface it,
And its forlorn Hic jacet!
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Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?
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A youth to whom was given
So much of earth—so much of heaven,
And such impetuous blood.
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O Reader! had you in your mind
Such stores as silent thought can bring,
O gentle Reader! you would find
A tale in everything.
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