Quote#Hope
From the sweet thoughts of home
Quote byWilliam Wordsworth · 1770–1850
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Lyrical Ballads (1798; 1800; 1802), The Female Vagrant, st. 10 (1798).
English (original)
From the sweet thoughts of home And from all hope I was forever hurled. For me—farthest from earthly port to roam Was best, could I but shun the spot where man might come.
— William Wordsworth
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Sweet childish days, that were as long As twenty days are now.
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.
Behold, within the leafy shade, Those bright blue eggs together laid! On me the chance-discovered sight Gleamed like a vision of delight.
She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; And humble cares,and delicate fears; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears; And love, and thought, and joy.
I travelled among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor, England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee.
Like an army defeated The snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill; The Ploughboy is whooping—anon—anon! There's joy in the mountains: