As in the eye of Nature he has lived, So in the eye of Nature let him die! — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Every gift of noble origin Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath. — 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
The little unremembered acts of kindness and love are the best parts of a person's life. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on a dim and perilous way! — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
His love was like the liberal air, embracing all, to cheer and bless. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears,… — 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
Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure; No fears to beat away,… — 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
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
Serene will be our days, and bright and happy will our nature be, when love is an unerring light, and joy its… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“The best portion of a good man's life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love.” — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower Near the lark's nest, and in their natural hour Have passed away; less happy… — 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
Oh for a single hour of that Dundee Who on that day the word of onset gave! — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
What we have loved Others will love And we will teach them how. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
A babe, by intercourse of touch I held mute dialogues with my Mother's heart. — 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
Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, Let them live upon their praises. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Primroses, the Spring may love them; Summer knows but little of them. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Everything is tedious when one does not read with the feeling of the Author. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
There is a comfort in the strength of love; 'Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break… — 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
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
