Since thy return, through days and weeks Of hope that grew by stealth, How many wan and faded cheeks Have kindled into… — 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
Society became my glittering bride, And airy hopes my children. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Yet tears to human suffering are due; And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Are mourned by man, and not by man alone. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and only there;With hope it is, hope that… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
We have within ourselves Enough to fill the present day with joy, And overspread the future years with hope. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“This son of his old age was yet more dear— Less from instinctive tenderness, the same Fond spirit that blindly works in… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
We live by Admiration, Hope, and Love; And, even as these are well and wisely fixed, In dignity of being we ascend. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
A soul so pitiably forlorn, If such do on this earth abide, May season apathy with scorn, May turn indifference to pride;… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather… — 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
