But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.
Interpretation
A peaceful and beautiful old age can bring one happiness and tranquility at the end of life.
In this quote, William Wordsworth emphasizes the value of experiencing a serene and bright old age. He compares this state of being to a lovely night in Lapland, suggesting that if one can embrace a peaceful life filled with beauty, it will positively influence their final moments as they approach death, making it a gentle transition rather than a daunting one.
In practice
During a discussion about living a fulfilling life, one might quote Wordsworth to stress the importance of a peaceful old age.
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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.
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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.
Dear God, help me. Do not forget me on this tiny cinder lost in a galaxy that is lostβa heart no bigger than a speck of dust beating, beating against death, against meaninglessness, against guilt, against sorrow.
The overwhelming pressure of mechanization evident in the newspaper and the magazine, has led to the creation of vast monopolies of communication. Their entrenched positions involve a continuous, systematic, ruthless destruction of elements of permanence essential to cultural activity.
We should not have a petty regard for God's gifts, though we may and should despise our own imperfections.
At the very time that philosophers of the most enterprising benevolence were founding in Greece those institutions which have rendered it the wonder and luminary of the world, am I required to believe that the weak and wicked king of an obscure and barbarous nation, a murderer, a traitor and a tyrant, was the man after God's own heart?
Deep within every man there lies the dread of being alone in the world, forgotten by God, overlooked among the tremendous household of millions and millions.
Anthroposophy does not want to impart knowledge. It seeks to awaken life.
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