Hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the deep emotional and introspective response to the struggles of humanity.
William Wordsworth's quote emphasizes the profound impact of human suffering and the quiet yet powerful emotions it can evoke. The phrase 'still, sad music of humanity' suggests a melody of sorrow that is not loud or abrasive, yet resonates deeply, suggesting that the experiences of hardship have the power to humble and transform us.
In practice
This quote can be shared during discussions about empathy and the human experience.
For mightier far_x000D_ _x000D_ Than strength of nerve or sinew, or the sway_x000D_ _x000D_ Of magic potent over sun and star,_x000D_ _x000D_ Is love, though oft to agony distrest,_x000D_ _x000D_ And though his favourite be feeble woman's breast.
By all means sometimes be alone; salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear; dare to look in thy chest; and tumble up and down what thou findest there.
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,_x000D_ _x000D_ The earth, and every common sight,_x000D_ _x000D_ To me did seem_x000D_ _x000D_ Apparelled in celestial light,_x000D_ _x000D_ The glory and the freshness of a dream.
Books are yours, Within whose silent chambers treasure lies Preserved from age to age; more precious far Than that accumulated store of gold And orient gems, which, for a day of need, The Sultan hides deep in ancestral tombs. These hoards of truth you can unlock at will.
The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune.
Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
The massive bulk of the earth does indeed shrink to insignificance in comparison with the size of the heavens.
The several states composing the United States of America are not united on the principle of unlimited submission to their general government
I, therefore, O Caesar, do not publish this work, merely prefixing my name to a treatise which of right belongs to others, nor think of acquiring reputation by finding fault with the works of any one.
That’s the thing about a human life-there’s no control group, no way to ever know how any of us would have turned out if any variables had been changed.
When some state or other offered Alexander a part of its territory and half of all its property he told them that 'he hadn't come to Asia with the intention of accepting whatever they cared to give him, but of letting them keep whatever he chose to leave them.' Philosophy, likewise, tells all other occupations: 'It's not my intention to accept whatever time is leftover from you; you shall have, instead, what I reject.' Give your whole mind to her.
According to the Stoics, all vice was resolvable into folly: according to the Christian principle, it is all the effect of weakness.
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