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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.“

“One solace yet remains for us who came
Into this world in days when story lacked
Severe research, that in our hearts we know
How, for exciting youth's heroic flame,
Assent is power, belief the soul of fact.”

“Blessings be with them, and eternal praise,
Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares!—
The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs
Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays.”

“When his veering gait
And every motion of his starry train
Seem governed by a strain
Of music, audible to him alone.”

“But, whenever a portion of this facility we may suppose even the greatest Poet to possess, there cannot be a doubt that the language which it will suggest of him, must, in liveliness and truth, fall far short of that with is uttered by men in real life, under the actual pressure of these passions, certain shadows of which the poet thus produced, or feels to be produced, in himself. However exalted a notion we would wish to cherish of the character of a Poet, it is obvious, that, while he describes and imitates passions, his situation is altogether slavish and mechanical, compared with the freedom and power of real and substantial action and suffering.”

“Minds that have nothing to confer
Find little to perceive.”

“Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.”

“And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the law
In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.”

“What is pride? A whizzing rocket
That would emulate a star.”

“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.”

“A primrose by a river's brim
A yellow primrose was to him,
And it was nothing more.”

“Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows
That for oblivion take their daily birth
From all the fuming vanities of earth.”

“We bow our heads before Thee, and we laud
And magnify thy name Almighty God!
But man is thy most awful instrument
In working out a pure intent.”

“Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong;
And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.”

“Five years have passed; five summers, with the length
Of five long winters! and again I hear
These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs
With a sweet inland murmur.—Once again
Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,
Which on a wild secluded scene impress
Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect
The landscape with the quiet of the sky.”

“The good old rule
Sufficeth them, the simple plan,
That they should take, who have the power,
And they should keep who can.”

“Lady of the Mere,
Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.”

“Be wise to-day; 'tis madness to defer.”

“Burn all the statutes and their shelves:
They stir us up against our kind;
And worse, against ourselves.”

“The grim shape
Towered up between me and the stars, and still,
For so it seemed, with purpose of its own
And measured motion like a living thing,
Strode after me.”

“But thou that didst appear so fair
To fond imagination,
Dost rival in the light of day
Her delicate creation.”

“To the solid ground
Of Nature trusts the mind that builds for aye.”

“And when a damp
Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand
The thing became a trumpet; whence he blew
Soul-animating strains,—alas! too few.”

“Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.”

“All men feel something of an honorable bigotry for the objects which have long continued to please them.”

“Thou, while thy babes around thee cling,
Shalt show us how divine a thing
A Woman may be made.”

“She was a Phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
A lovely Apparition, sent
To be a moment's ornament;
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair,
Like twilights too her dusky hair,
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful dawn.”

“It is a beauteous evening, calm and free,
The holy time is quiet as a Nun
Breathless with adoration; the broad sun
Is sinking down in its tranquillity;
The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea.”

“One of those heavenly days that cannot die.”

“How blessings brighten as they take their flight!”