Mention246166

Download triples
rdf:type qkg:Mention
so:text That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur, other gifts Have followed; for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompence. For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean and the living air, And the blue sky, and in the mind of man; A motion and a spirit, that impels All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye, and ear,—both what they half create, And what perceive; well pleased to recognise In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being. (en)
so:isPartOf https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/William_Wordsworth
so:description Lyrical Ballads (1798–1800) (en)
so:description Lines written a few miles above Tintern Abbey (1798) (en)
qkg:hasContext qkg:Context121142
Property Object

Triples where Mention246166 is the object (without rdf:type)

qkg:Quotation231881 qkg:hasMention
Subject Property