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“Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he
That every man in arms should wish to be?”

Source: Character of the Happy Warrior http://www.bartleby.com/145/ww302.html (1806), Line 1.

“How fast has brother followed brother,
From sunshine to the sunless land!”

Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The Ploughboy is whooping—anon—anon!
There's joy in the mountains:
There's life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone.”

William Wordsworth

Written in March, st. 2 (1801).

“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.”

William Wordsworth book Lyrical Ballads

Preface.
Lyrical Ballads (1798–1800)

“T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower
Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind
Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower,
And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.”

William Wordsworth

Weak is the Will of Man.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

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

William Wordsworth

To a Young Lady, st. 3 (1805).

“What fond and wayward thoughts will slide
Into a lover's head!
"O mercy!" to myself I cried,
"If Lucy should be dead!"”

William Wordsworth book Lyrical Ballads

Strange Fits of Passion Have I Known, st. 7 (1799).
Lyrical Ballads (1798–1800)

“Up! up! my friend, and quit your books,
Or surely you 'll grow double!
Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks!
Why all this toil and trouble?”

William Wordsworth The Tables Turned

The Tables Turned.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“Sad fancies do we then affect,
In luxury of disrespect
To our own prodigal excess
Of too familiar happiness.”

William Wordsworth

Ode to Lycoris.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“These feeble and fastidious times.”

William Wordsworth

Letter to Alexander Dyce (April 19, 1830).

“Two Voices are there; one is of the sea,
One of the mountains; each a mighty Voice.”

William Wordsworth

Thought of a Briton on the Subjugation of Switzerland, l. 1 (1807).

“Hail to thee, far above the rest
In joy of voice and pinion!
Thou, linnet! in thy green array,
Presiding spirit here to-day,
Dost lead the revels of the May;
And this is thy dominion.”

William Wordsworth

The Green Linnet, st. 2 (1803).

“She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:”

William Wordsworth book Lyrical Ballads

She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways, st. 1 (1799).
Lyrical Ballads (1798–1800)

“And you must love him, ere to you
He will seem worthy of your love.”

William Wordsworth

Stanza 11.
A Poet's Epitaph (1799)

“And often, glad no more,
We wear a face of joy because
We have been glad of yore.”

William Wordsworth

The Fountain, st. ?? (1799).
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!”

William Wordsworth book Lyrical Ballads

She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways, st. 3 (1799).
Lyrical Ballads (1798–1800)

“Not Chaos, not
The darkest pit of lowest Erebus,
Nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out
By help of dreams - can breed such fear and awe
As fall upon us often when we look
Into our Minds, into the Mind of Man.”

William Wordsworth The Recluse

The Recluse, l. 788 (1805).

“Alas! how little can a moment show
Of an eye where feeling plays
In ten thousand dewy rays:
A face o'er which a thousand shadows go!”

William Wordsworth

The Triad.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“Dear Child of Nature, let them rail!”

William Wordsworth

To a Young Lady, st. 1 (1805).

“A soul so pitiably forlorn,
If such do on this earth abide,
May season apathy with scorn,
May turn indifference to pride;
And still be not unblest—compared
With him who grovels, self-debarred
From all that lies within the scope
Of holy faith and christian hope;
Or, shipwrecked, kindles on the coast
False fires, that others may be lost.”

William Wordsworth

To the Lady Fleming, st. 7 (1823).