Like thoughts whose very sweetness yielded proof that they were born for immortality. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The clouds that gather round the setting sun, Do take a sober colouring from an eye, That hath kept watch o'er man's… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“ She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Yet tears to human suffering are due; And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Are mourned by man, and not by man alone. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
As in the eye of Nature he has lived, So in the eye of Nature let him die! — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“ A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal A slumber did my spirit seal; I had no human fears: She seemed a thing… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
And now I see with eye serene, The very pulse of the machine. A being breathing thoughtful breaths, A traveler between life… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold Which Milton held. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
No motion has she now, no force; she neither hears nor sees; rolled around in earth's diurnal course, with rocks, and stones,… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Memories... images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death? — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Since every mortal power of Coleridge Was frozen at its marvellous source, The rapt one, of the godlike forehead, The heaven-eyed creature… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The thought of death sits easy on the man Who has been born and dies among the mountains. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower, We will grieve not, rather… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain That has been, and may be again. — 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
