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Clouds Quotes by William Wordsworth
- My apprehension comes in crowds, I dread the rustling of the grass, The very shadows of the clouds, Have power to shake me as they…
- Mark the babe not long accustomed to this breathing world; One that hath barely learned to shape a smile, though yet irrational of soul, to…
- The clouds that gather round the setting sun, Do take a sober colouring from an eye, That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.
- But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!.
- Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we…
- The earth was all before me. With a heart Joyous, nor scared at its own liberty, I look about; and should the chosen guide Be…
- 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…
- And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory dowe come From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!…
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- My apprehension comes in crowds, I dread the rustling of the grass, The very shadows of the clouds, Have power to shake… — William Wordsworth