Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, And lilies face the March-winds in full blow, And humbler growths as moved with… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy because We have been glad of yore. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
With little here to do or see Of things that in the great world be, Sweet Daisy! oft I talk to thee… — 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
Alas! how little can a moment show Of an eye where feeling plays In ten thousand dewy rays: A face o'er which… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
A lawyer art thou? Draw not nigh! Go, carry to some fitter place The keenness of that practised eye, The hardness of… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Where the statue stood Of Newton, with his prism and silent face, The marble index of a mind forever Voyaging through strange… — 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
