Elysian beauty, melancholy grace, Brought from a pensive though a happy place. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The mysteries that cups of flowers infold And all the gorgeous sights which fairies do behold. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
If thou art beautiful, and youth and thought endue thee with all truth-be strong;--be worthy of the grace of God. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Whose veil is unremoved Till heart with heart in concord beats, And the lover is beloved. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
That to this mountain-daisy's self were known The beauty of its star-shaped shadow, thrown On the smooth surface of this naked stone! — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Fiction; inner thoughts of Elisha True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Whose veil is unremoved Till heart with heart in concord beats,… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Of all that is most beauteous, imaged there In happier beauty; more pellucid streams, An ampler ether, a diviner air, And fields… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“What we have loved, others will love, and we will teach them how; instruct them how the mind of man becomes a… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
This City now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Laying out grounds... may be considered as a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting.... it is to assist Nature… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
He loves not well whose love is bold! I would not have thee come too nigh. The sun's gold would not seem… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleam'd upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament:… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
. . .this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 't is her privilege, Through… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“Earth has not any thing to shew more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“ Upon Westminster Bridge Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Brothers all In honour, as in one community, Scholars and gentlemen. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The eye— it cannot choose but see; we cannot bid the ear be still; our bodies feel, where'er they be, against or with our… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good.” — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, And lilies face the March-winds in full blow, And humbler growths as moved with one desire… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“Where are your books? - that light bequeathed To beings else forlorn and blind! Up! up! and drink the spirit breathed From dead men… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Knowledge and increase of enduring joy From the great Nature that exists in works Of mighty Poets. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me,-her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleam'd upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament: Her eyes… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“If the time should ever come when what is now called science, thus familiarised to men, shall be ready to put on, as it… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
