Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive But to be young was very heaven. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore of nicely-caluculated less or more. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
In heaven above, And earth below, they best can serve true gladness Who meet most feelingly the calls of sadness. — 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
Sweet Mercy! to the gates of heaven This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven; The rueful conflict, the heart riven With vain endeavour,… — 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
I, methought, while the sweet breath of heaven Was blowing on my body, felt within A correspondent breeze, that gently moved With… — 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
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
And oft I thought (my fancy was-so strong) That I, at last, a resting-place had found: 'Here: will I dwell,' said I,'… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trails its wreath; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air… — 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
