With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of… — 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
For mightier far Than strength of nerve or sinew, or the sway Of magic potent over sun and star, Is love, though… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Books! tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
He who feels contempt for any living thing hath faculties that he hath never used, and thought with him is in its… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
. . .this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 't is her privilege, Through… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The little unremembered acts of kindness and love are the best parts of a person's life. — 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
I look for ghosts; but none will force Their way to me. 'Tis falsely said That there was ever intercourse Between the… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
And now I see with eye serene, The very pulse of the machine. A being breathing thoughtful breaths, A traveler between life… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
He loves not well whose love is bold! I would not have thee come too nigh. The sun's gold would not seem… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
This solitary Tree! a living thing Produced too slowly ever to decay; Of form and aspect too magnificent To be destroyed. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Knowing that Nature never did betray the heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, through all the years of this our life,… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
While all the future, for thy purer soul, With "sober certainties" of love is blest. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Careless of books, yet having felt the power Of Nature, by the gentle agency Of natural objects, led me on to feel… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee! . . . . . . Thy soul was… — 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
“If living sympathy be theirs And leaves and airs, The piping breeze and dancing tree Are all alive and glad as we:… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Whose veil is unremoved Till heart with heart in concord beats, And the lover is beloved. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death? — 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
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
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
