I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Plain living and high thinking are no more. The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone; our peace, our fearful… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and oh The difference… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Fiction; inner thoughts of Elisha True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Whose veil is unremoved Till heart with heart in concord beats,… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Oft in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Why do not words and kiss, and solemn pledge, And nature that is kind in woman's breast, And reason that in man… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind,… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
There is One great society alone on earth: The noble living and the noble dead. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine A being breathing thoughtful breath A traveler betwixt life… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
...one interior life in which all beings live with God, themselves are God, existing in the mighty whole, indistinguishable as the cloudless… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers; Little we see in… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
As in the eye of Nature he has lived, So in the eye of Nature let him die! — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
A cheerful life is what the Muses love. A soaring spirit is their prime delight. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look… — 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
