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„Блаженством было дожить до рассвета, но встретить его молодым – настоящее счастье.“

„Юность? Вздымающаяся волна. Позади — ветер, впереди — скалы.“

„Над желтым наклонясь цветком,
Тобой, малюткой-мотыльком,
Я любовался и не знал,
Нектар вкушал ты или спал.
И был ты неподвижней вод
объятых льдом морей.
Счастливым будет ли полет,
Когда внезапный ветр найдет
тебя среди ветвей?“

„Наполните свою газету дыханием вашего сердца.“

„Когда суетный мир надолго отрывает нас от лучшего, что в нас есть, когда заботы невыносимы, а удовольствия в тягость, — каким милым и приятным бывает одиночество!“

„Лучшие всегда сгорают первыми, те же, чье сердце и без того выжжено дотла, могут тлеть долго.“

„Лучшая часть жизни праведного человека — это его небольшие, безымянные и всеми позабытые поступки, вызванные любовью и добротой.“

„Юность? Вздымающаяся волна. Позади — ветер, впереди — скалы.“

„И сердцем я плясать готов,
Ликуя радостью цветов.“

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

“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.”

“I have said that poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.”

“Rest and be thankful.”

“The music in my heart I bore
Long after it was heard no more.”

“Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come”

“Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,
Are a substantial world, both pure and good:
Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood,
Our pastime and our happiness will grow.”

“There is a comfort in the strength of love; 'Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart.”

“What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind.”

“With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.”

“The eye—it cannot choose but see;
we cannot bid the ear be still;
our bodies feel, where'er they be,
against or with our will.”

“My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky”

“Love betters what is best”

“Then my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils.”

“Habit rules the unreflecting herd.”

“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.”

“Be mild, and cleave to gentle things,
thy glory and thy happiness be there.”

“Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood.”

“Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.”

“The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells.”

“I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils.
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.”

“Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge - it is as immortal as the heart of man.”

“The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket.”

“And yet the wiser mind
Mourns less for what age takes away
Than what it leaves behind.”

“poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledge”

“Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home.”

“… and we shall find
A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.”

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

“The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.”