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William Wordsworth. (1770–1850) (continued)

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The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
A perfect woman, nobly planned,
To warn, to comfort, and command.

She was a Phantom of Delight.

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That inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude.

I wandered lonely.

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To be a Prodigal’s favourite,—then, worse truth,
A Miser’s pensioner,—behold our lot!

The Small Celandine.

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Stern Daughter of the Voice of God! 1

Ode to Duty.

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A light to guide, a rod
To check the erring, and reprove.

Ode to Duty.

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Give unto me, made lowly wise,
The spirit of self-sacrifice;
The confidence of reason give,
And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live!

Ode to Duty.

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The light that never was, on sea or land;
The consecration, and the Poet’s dream.

Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm. Stanza 4.

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Shalt show us how divine a thing
A woman may be made.

To a Young Lady. Dear Child of Nature.

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But an old age serene and bright,
And lovely as a Lapland night,
Shall lead thee to thy grave.

To a Young Lady. Dear Child of Nature.

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Where the statue stood
Of Newton, with his prism and silent face,
The marble index of a mind forever
Voyaging through strange seas of thought alone.

The Prelude.Book iii.

Note 1.
See Milton, Quotation 185. [back]