The eye— it cannot choose but see; we cannot bid the ear be still; our bodies feel, where'er they be, against or… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Enough, if something from our hands have power To live, and act, and serve the future hour; And if, as toward the… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
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
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Me this uncharted freedom tires; I feel the weight of chance desires, My hopes no more must change their name, I long… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, We feel that we are greater than we know. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
He who feels contempt for any living thing hath faculties that he hath never used, and thought with him is in its… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
We have no knowledge, that is, no general principles drawn from the contemplation of particular facts, but what has been built up… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
All men feel a habitual gratitude, and something of an honorable bigotry, for the objects which have long continued to please them. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Careless of books, yet having felt the power Of Nature, by the gentle agency Of natural objects, led me on to feel… — 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
She seemed a thing that could not feel the touch of earthly years. — 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
