Me this uncharted freedom tires; I feel the weight of chance desires, My hopes no more must change their name, I long… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Mark the babe not long accustomed to this breathing world; One that hath barely learned to shape a smile, though yet irrational… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Long as there's a sun that sets, Primroses will have their glory; Long as there are violets, They will have a place… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
All men feel a habitual gratitude, and something of an honorable bigotry, for the objects which have long continued to please them. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Sweet childish days, that were as long, As twenty days are now. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Oh there is blessing in this gentle breeze, A visitant that while it fans my cheek Doth seem half-conscious of the joy… — 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
Bright flower! whose home is everywhere Bold in maternal nature's care And all the long year through the heir Of joy or… — 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
