| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | William Wordsworth. (17701850) (continued) |
| | | 4940 | Sweet childish days, that were as long As twenty days are now. |
| To a Butterfly. I ve watched you now a full half-hour. |
| 4941 | Often have I sighed to measure By myself a lonely pleasure, Sighed to think I read a book, Only read, perhaps, by me. |
| To the Small Celandine. |
| 4942 | As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low. |
| Resolution and Independence. Stanza 4. |
| 4943 | But how can he expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all? |
| Resolution and Independence. Stanza 6. |
| 4944 | I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous boy, The sleepless soul that perished in his pride; Of him who walked in glory and in joy, Following his plough, along the mountain-side. By our own spirits we are deified; We Poets in our youth begin in gladness, But thereof come in the end despondency and madness. |
| Resolution and Independence. Stanza 7. |
| 4945 | That heareth not the loud winds when they call, And moveth all together, if it moves at all. |
| Resolution and Independence. Stanza 11. |
| 4946 | Choice word and measured phrase above the reach Of ordinary men. |
| Resolution and Independence. Stanza 14. |
| 4947 | | And mighty poets in their misery dead. |
| Resolution and Independence. Stanza 17. |
| 4948 | Neer saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will; Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still! |
| Earth has not anything to show more fair. |
| 4949 | The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration. |
| It is a beauteous Evening. |
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