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“The sweetest thing that ever grew
Beside a human door!”

William Wordsworth book Lyrical Ballads

Lucy Gray, or Solitude, st. 2 (1799).
Lyrical Ballads (1798–1800)

“Pleasures newly found are sweet
When they lie about our feet.”

William Wordsworth

To the Same Flower (the Small Celandine), st. 1 (1803).

“Three years she grew in sun and shower,
Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower
On earth was never sown;
This Child I to myself will take;
She shall be mine, and I will make
A Lady of my own."”

William Wordsworth book Lyrical Ballads

Three Years She Grew in Sun and Shower, st. 1 (1799).
Lyrical Ballads (1798–1800)

“Drink, pretty creature, drink!”

William Wordsworth book Lyrical Ballads

The Pet Lamb. A Pastoral, st. 1 (1800).
Lyrical Ballads (1798–1800)

“Brothers all
In honour, as in one community,
Scholars and gentlemen.”

William Wordsworth book The Prelude

Bk. IX, l. 227.
The Prelude (1799-1805)

“He murmurs near the running brooks
A music sweeter than their own.”

William Wordsworth

Stanza 10.
A Poet's Epitaph (1799)

“Rapine, avarice, expense
This is idolatry; and these we adore:
Plain living and high thinking are no more:
The homely beauty of the good old cause
Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence,
And pure religion breathing household laws.”

William Wordsworth

Written in London, September 1802, l. 9 (1802).

“O Reader! had you in your mind
Such stores as silent thought can bring,
O gentle Reader! you would find
A tale in everything.”

William Wordsworth book Lyrical Ballads

Simon Lee, st. 9 (1798).
Lyrical Ballads (1798–1800)

“Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves
Of their bad influence, and their good receives.”

William Wordsworth

Source: Character of the Happy Warrior http://www.bartleby.com/145/ww302.html (1806), Line 17.

“And mighty poets in their misery dead.”

William Wordsworth

Stanza 17.
Resolution and Independence (1807)

“The poet's darling.”

William Wordsworth

To the Daisy.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“Nature's old felicities.”

William Wordsworth

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

“Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower,
We feel that we are greater than we know.”

William Wordsworth

The River Duddon, sonnet 34 - Afterthought, l. 13 (1820)

“My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.”

William Wordsworth

My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold, (1802); the last three lines of this form the introductory lines of the long Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood begun the next day.

“Blessings be with them, and eternal praise,
Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares!”

William Wordsworth

The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs
Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays.
Personal Talk, Stanza 4
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“From the sweet thoughts of home
And from all hope I was forever hurled.
For me—farthest from earthly port to roam
Was best, could I but shun the spot where man might come.”

William Wordsworth

Guilt and Sorrow, st. 41 (1791-1794) Section XL

“That time is past,
And all its aching joys are now no more,
And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this
Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur, other gifts
Have followed; for such loss, I would believe,
Abundant recompence. For I have learned
To look on nature, not as in the hour
Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes
The still, sad music of humanity,
Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power
To chasten and subdue. And I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man;
A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still
A lover of the meadows and the woods,
And mountains; and of all that we behold
From this green earth; of all the mighty world
Of eye, and ear,—both what they half create,
And what perceive; well pleased to recognise
In nature and the language of the sense,
The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse,
The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul
Of all my moral being.”

William Wordsworth book Lyrical Ballads

Stanza 3
Lyrical Ballads (1798–1800), Lines written a few miles above Tintern Abbey (1798)

“And now, with gleams of half-extinguished thought,
With many recognitions dim and faint,
And somewhat of a sad perplexity,
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. And so I dare to hope,
Though changed, no doubt, from what I was when first
I came among these hills;”

William Wordsworth book Lyrical Ballads

Stanza 3
Lyrical Ballads (1798–1800), Lines written a few miles above Tintern Abbey (1798)

“These beauteous forms,
Through a long absence, have not been to me
As is a landscape to a blind man's eye:
But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din
Of towns and cities, I have owed to them,
In hours of weariness, sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart;
And passing even into my purer mind,
With tranquil restoration:—feelings too
Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps,
As have no slight or trivial influence
On that best portion of a good man's life,
His little, nameless, unremembered acts
Of kindness and of love. Nor less, I trust,
To them I may have owed another gift,
Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood,
In which the burthen of the mystery,
In which the heavy and the weary weight
Of all this unintelligible world
Is lighten'd:—that serene and blessed mood,
In which the affections gently lead us on,—
Until, the breath of this corporeal frame
And even the motion of our human blood
Almost suspended, we are laid asleep
In body, and become a living soul:
While with an eye made quiet by the power
Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,
We see into the life of things.”

William Wordsworth book Lyrical Ballads

Stanza 2
Lyrical Ballads (1798–1800), Lines written a few miles above Tintern Abbey (1798)

“If Thou be one whose heart the holy forms
Of young imagination have kept pure
Stranger! henceforth be warned; and know that pride,
Howe'er disguised in its own majesty,
Is littleness; that he who feels contempt
For any living thing, hath faculties
Which he has never used; that thought with him
Is in its infancy. The man whose eye
Is ever on himself doth look on one,
The least of Nature's works, one who might move
The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds
Unlawful, ever. O be wiser, thou !
Instructed that true knowledge leads to love;
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.”

William Wordsworth

Lines (1795)