John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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William Wordsworth. (1770–1850) (continued) |
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To the solid ground Of Nature trusts the mind that builds for aye. |
A Volant Tribe of Bards on Earth. |
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Soft is the music that would charm forever; The flower of sweetest smell is shy and lowly. |
Not Love, not War. |
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True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Whose veil is unremoved Till heart with heart in concord beats, And the lover is beloved. |
To ———. Let other Bards of Angels sing. |
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Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home. |
To a Skylark. |
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A Briton even in love should be A subject, not a slave! |
Ere with Cold Beads of Midnight Dew. |
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Scorn not the sonnet. Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart. 1 |
Scorn not the Sonnet. |
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And when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet; whence he blew Soul-animating strains,—alas! too few. |
Scorn not the Sonnet. |
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But he is risen, a later star of dawn. |
A Morning Exercise. |
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Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark. |
A Morning Exercise. |
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When his veering gait And every motion of his starry train Seem governed by a strain Of music, audible to him alone. |
The Triad. |
Note 1. With this same key Shakespeare unlocked his heart. Robert Browning: House. [back] |