Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Elysian beauty, melancholy grace, Brought from a pensive though a happy place. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, Nor thought of tender happiness betray. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Sad fancies do we then affect, In luxury of disrespect To our own prodigal excess Of too familiar happiness. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Serene will be our days, and bright and happy will our nature be, when love is an unerring light, and joy its… — 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
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
Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Not in Utopia, -- subterranean fields, --Or some secreted island, Heaven knows whereBut in the very world, which is the worldOf all… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Behold the Child among his new-born blisses A six years' Darling of a pigmy size! See, where 'mid work of his own… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be? It is the generous spirit,… — 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
