William Wordsworth Quote Explained: We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.

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Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark.

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The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

- William Wordsworth

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In truth the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is.

- William Wordsworth

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Miss not the occasion; by the forelock take that subtle power, the never-halting time.

- William Wordsworth

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

- William Wordsworth

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Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower.

- William Wordsworth

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Oh, be wise, Thou! Instructed that true knowledge leads to love.

- William Wordsworth

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Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain That has been, and may be again.

- William Wordsworth

Poet

· England

We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.

We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.

Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark.

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

In truth the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is.

Miss not the occasion; by the forelock take that subtle power, the never-halting time.

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

Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower.

Oh, be wise, Thou! Instructed that true knowledge leads to love.

Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain That has been, and may be again.

Youth is certain what it rejects before it knows what it will accept.

The joy of youth is to disobey; but the trouble is that there are no longer any orders.

There was a time when the young of many clans joined together to make new clans.

When I was young I pitied the old. Now old, it is the young I pity.

I shall die very young…maybe seventy, maybe eighty, maybe ninety. But I shall be very young.

Comics just don’t retire. They either die young or they go to 100.

They always say ‘youth is wasted on the young’ – there’s something to that.

When my daughter was young, she thought all electronic signs were mine.

We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.

We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.

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