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Thought and theory must precede all salutary action, yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.

Wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.

The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising: There are forty feeding like one!

I look for ghosts; but none will force Their way to me; 'tis falsely said That even there was intercourse Between the living and the dead.

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.

A famous man is Robin Hood The English ballad-singer's joy.

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.

Brook! whose society the poet seeks, Intent his wasted spirits to renew; And whom the curious painter doth pursue Through rocky passes, among flowery creeks, And tracks thee dancing down thy water-breaks.

In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing.

Much converse do I find in thee, Historian of my infancy! Float near me; do not yet depart! Dead times revive in thee: Thou bring'st, gay creature as thou art! A solemn image to my heart.

A cheerful life is what the Muses love, A soaring spirit is their prime delight.

The child is father of the man.

The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising: There are forty feeding like one!

List--'twas the cuckoo--O, with what delight Heard I that voice! and catch it now, though faint, Far off and faint, and melting into air, Yet not to be mistaken. Hark again! Those louder cries give notice that the bird, Although invisible as Echo's self, Is wheeling hitherward.

O blithe New-comer! I have heard, I hear thee and rejoice; O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice?

A host of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Bright flowers, whose home is everywhere Bold in maternal nature's care And all the long year through the heir Of joy and sorrow, Methinks that there abides in thee Some concord with humanity, Given to no other flower I see The forest through.

The poet's darling.

We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, When such are wanted.

Thou unassuming Commonplace Of Nature.