-
And now I see with eye serene, The very pulse of the machine. A being breathing thoughtful breaths, A traveler between life and death.
William Wordsworth
-
'Tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes!
William Wordsworth
-
Provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke.
William Wordsworth
-
Careless of books, yet having felt the power Of Nature, by the gentle agency Of natural objects, led me on to feel For passions that were not my own, and think (At random and imperfectly indeed) On man, the heart of man, and human life.
William Wordsworth
-
Not in Utopia, -- subterranean fields, --Or some secreted island, Heaven knows whereBut in the very world, which is the worldOf all of us, -- the place where in the endWe find our happiness, or not at all
William Wordsworth
-
Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present, to live better in the future.
William Wordsworth
-
Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep/ Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind.
William Wordsworth
-
By happy chance we saw A twofold image: on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Another and the same!
William Wordsworth
-
A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
William Wordsworth
-
The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink I heard a voice it said Drink, pretty creature, drink'
William Wordsworth
-
Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man?
William Wordsworth
-
And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy because We have been glad of yore.
William Wordsworth
-
Wisdom and Spirit of the universe! Thou soul, that art the eternity of thought, And giv'st to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion.
William Wordsworth
-
But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.
William Wordsworth
-
"What is good for a bootless bene?" With these dark words begins my tale; And their meaning is, Whence can comfort spring When prayer is of no avail?
William Wordsworth
-
But to a higher mark than song can reach, Rose this pure eloquence.
William Wordsworth
-
Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows Like harmony in music; there is a dark Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles Discordant elements, makes them cling together In one society.
William Wordsworth
-
I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused, whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, and the round ocean, and the living air, and the blue sky, and in the mind of man.
William Wordsworth
-
But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.
William Wordsworth
-
. . .this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 't is her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
William Wordsworth
-
The gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.
William Wordsworth
-
Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind--But how could I forget thee?
William Wordsworth
-
Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfold The likeness of whate'er on land is seen.
William Wordsworth
-
That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
William Wordsworth
