Sweet Mercy! to the gates of heaven This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven; The rueful conflict, the heart riven With vain endeavour, And memory of Earth's bitter leaven Effaced forever.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on forgiveness and the release from earthly struggles and suffering.
In this quote, William Wordsworth expresses the idea that through mercy and forgiveness, one can transcend the struggles and pains of earthly existence. The minstrel symbolizes a soul that, despite past conflicts and sorrows, finds solace and redemption, ultimately leading to a state of peace beyond this life.
In practice
In a speech about personal growth, one might say, 'As Wordsworth wrote, sweet mercy leads us to forgiveness and peace.'
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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.
If I limit myself to knowledge that I consider true beyond doubt, I minimize the risk of error but I maximize, at the same time, the risk of missing out on what may be the subtlest, most important and most rewarding things in life.
You people are telling me what you think I want to know. I want to know what is actually happening.
Nothing frustrates me more than someone who reads something of mine or anyone else's and says, angrily, 'I don't buy it.' Why are they angry? Good writing does not succeed or fail on the strength of its ability to persuade. It succeeds or fails on the strength of its ability to engage you, to make you think, to give you a glimpse into someone else's headβeven if in the end you conclude that someone else's head is not a place you'd really like to be.
Sandwich every bit of criticism between two layers of praise.
Its not stress that kills us, it is our reaction to it.
Give a boy address and accomplishments and you give him the mastery of palaces and fortunes where he goes.
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