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William Wordsworth. (1770–1850) (continued)

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A simple child
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death?

We are Seven.

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

Simon Lee.

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I ’ve heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds
With coldness still returning;
Alas! the gratitude of men
Hath oftener left me mourning.

Simon Lee.

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In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

Lines written in Early Spring.

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And ’t is my faith, that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.

Lines written in Early Spring.

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Nor less I deem that there are Powers
Which of themselves our minds impress;
That we can feed this mind of ours
In a wise passiveness.

Expostulation and Reply.

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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?

The Tables Turned.

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Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your teacher.

The Tables Turned.

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One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.

The Tables Turned.

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The bane of all that dread the Devil.

The Idiot Boy.