“If the time should ever come when what is now called science, thus familiarised to men, shall be ready to put on,… — 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
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
Yet sometimes, when the secret cup Of still and serious thought went round, It seemed as if he drank it up, He… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
If thou art beautiful, and youth and thought endue thee with all truth-be strong;--be worthy of the grace of God. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
I've watched you now a full half-hour; Self-poised upon that yellow flower And, little Butterfly! Indeed I know not if you sleep… — 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
Stern daughter of the voice of God! O Duty! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod… — 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
The streams with softest sound are flowing, The grass you almost hear it growing, You hear it now, if e'er you can. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
And what if thou, sweet May, hast known Mishap by worm and blight; If expectations newly blown Have perished in thy sight;… — 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
On a fair prospect some have looked, And felt, as I have heard them say, As if the moving time had been… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The sightless Milton, with his hair Around his placid temples curled; And Shakespeare at his side,-a freight, If clay could think and… — 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
