# Quote — William Wordsworth, The Prelude

> Multitudes of hours
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> Pilfered away, by what the Bard who sang
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> Of the Enchanter Indolence hath called
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> "Good-natured lounging," and behold a map
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> Of my collegiate life.

- Author: [William Wordsworth](https://www.leafyquotes.com/william-wordsworth.md)
- Book: [The Prelude](https://www.leafyquotes.com/william-wordsworth/the-prelude.md)
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- Quote page: https://www.leafyquotes.com/william-wordsworth/the-prelude/multitudes-of-hours

## More from this book

> And Como! thou, a treasure whom the earth
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> Keeps to herself, confined as in a depth
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> Of Abyssinian privacy. I spake
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> Of thee, thy chestnut woods, and garden plots
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> Of Indian-corn tended by dark-eyed maids;
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> Thy lofty steeps, and pathways roofed with vines,
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> Winding from house to house, from town to town,
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> Sole link that binds them to each other; walks,
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> League after league, and cloistral avenues,
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> Where silence dwells if music be not there:
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> While yet a youth undisciplined in verse,
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> Through fond ambition of that hour, I strove
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> To chant your praise; nor can approach you now
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> Ungreeted by a more melodious song,
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> Where tones of nature smoothed by learned art
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> May flow in lasting current. Like a breeze
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> Or sunbeam over your domain I passed
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> In motion without pause; but ye have left
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> Your beauty with me, a serene accord
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> Of forms and colors, passive, yet endowed
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> In their submissiveness with power as sweet
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> And gracious, almost might I dare to say,
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> As virtue is, or goodness; sweet as love,
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> Or the remembrance of a generous deed,
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> Or mildest visitation of pure thought,
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> When God, the giver of all joy, is thanked
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> Religiously, in silent blessedness;
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> Sweet as this last herself, for such it is.

[Quote page](https://www.leafyquotes.com/william-wordsworth/the-prelude/and-como-thou.md)

> A day
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> Spent in a round of strenuous idleness.

[Quote page](https://www.leafyquotes.com/william-wordsworth/the-prelude/a-day-spent.md)

> Nor was it mean delight
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> To watch crude Nature work in untaught minds;
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> To note the laws and progress of belief;
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> Though obstinate on this way, yet on that
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> How willingly we travel, and how far!
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> To have, for instance, brought upon the scene
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> The champion, Jack the Giant-killer: Lo!
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> He dons his coat of darkness; on the stage
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> Walks, and achieves his wonders, from the eye
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> Of living Mortal covert, "as the moon
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> Hid in her vacant interlunar cave."
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> Delusion bold! and how can it be wrought?
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> The garb he wears is black as death, the word
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> "Invisible" flames forth upon his chest.

[Quote page](https://www.leafyquotes.com/william-wordsworth/the-prelude/nor-was-it-mean.md)