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“And oft I thought (my fancy was-so strong)
That I, at last, a resting-place had found:
'Here: will I dwell,' said I,' my whole life long,
Roaming the illimitable waters round;
Here will I live, of all but heaven disowned.
And end my days upon the peaceful flood—
To break my dream the vessel reached its bound;
And homeless near a thousand homes I stood,
And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.”

William Wordsworth

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

“Yet was Rob Roy as wise as brave;
Forgive me if the phrase be strong;—
A Poet worthy of Rob Roy
Must scorn a timid song.”

William Wordsworth

Rob Roy's Grave, st. 3
Memorials of a Tour in Scotland (1803)

“Oh there is blessing in this gentle breeze,
A visitant that while it fans my cheek
Doth seem half-conscious of the joy it brings
From the green fields, and from yon azure sky.
Whate'er its mission, the soft breeze can come
To none more grateful than to me; escaped
From the vast city, where I long had pined
A discontented sojourner: now free,
Free as a bird to settle where I will.”

William Wordsworth book The Prelude

Bk. I, l. 1
The Prelude (1799-1805)

“If I should be, where I no more can hear
Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams
Of past existence, wilt thou then forget
That on the banks of this delightful stream
We stood together; And that I, so long
A worshipper of Nature, hither came,
Unwearied in that service: rather say
With warmer love, oh! with far deeper zeal
Of holier love. Now wilt thou then forget,
That after many wanderings, many years
Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs,
And this green pastoral landscape, were to me
More dear, both for themselves, and for thy sake.”

William Wordsworth book Lyrical Ballads

Stanza 4
Lyrical Ballads (1798–1800), Lines written a few miles above Tintern Abbey (1798)

“What is good for a bootless bene?”

William Wordsworth

With these dark words begins my tale;
And their meaning is, Whence can comfort spring
When prayer is of no avail?
Force of Prayer
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“The flower of sweetest smell is shy and lowly.”

William Wordsworth

Not Love, Not War, Nor the Tumultuous Swell, l. 14