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.
The tears into his eyes were brought, And thanks and praises seemed to run So fast out of his heart, I thought They never would have done. -I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects on the complexities of human gratitude and the pain of unreciprocated kindness.
In this quote, Wordsworth expresses a profound sense of disappointment regarding human nature, suggesting that despite the kindness offered, gratitude is often not reciprocated, leading to a feeling of sorrow. The imagery of tears and praises evokes a deep emotional response, illustrating the disconnect between noble intentions and the response they receive from others. Wordsworth highlights the bittersweet nature of giving and receiving, implying that acts of kindness can sometimes lead to emotional turmoil when they are not acknowledged or appreciated.
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Example use cases
This quote could be used in a speech about the importance of recognizing small acts of kindness.
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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.
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Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
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