He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure; No fears to beat away,… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
When men change swords for ledgers, and desert The student's bower for gold, some fears unnamed I had, my Country--am I to… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
My apprehension comes in crowds, I dread the rustling of the grass, The very shadows of the clouds, Have power to shake… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; And humble cares, and delicate fears; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears; And… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and its fears, To me the meanest… — 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
What are fears but voices airy? Whispering harm where harm is not. And deluding the unwary Till the fatal bolt is shot! — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Who, doomed to go in company with Pain And Fear and Bloodshed,-miserable train!- Turns his necessity to glorious gain. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Not Chaos, not the darkest pit of lowest Erebus, nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out by help of dreams - can… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Among the Indians he had fought; And with him many tales he brought Of pleasure and of fear; Such tales as told… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed. — 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
