His love was like the liberal air, embracing all, to cheer and bless. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, Let them live upon their praises. — 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
Primroses, the Spring may love them; Summer knows but little of them. — 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
Before us lay a painful road, And guidance have I sought in duteous love From Wisdom's heavenly Father. Hence hath flowed Patience,… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
What we have loved Others will love And we will teach them how. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
It may be safely affirmed that there neither is, nor can be, any essential difference between the language of prose and metrical… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind I turned to share the transport—Oh! with whom But thee, deep buried in the silent tomb,… — 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
Oh, be wise, Thou! Instructed that true knowledge leads to love. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
What know we of the Blest above but that they sing, and that they 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
Memories... images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things. — 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
Burn all the statutes and their shelves: They stir us up against our kind; And worse, against ourselves. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Laying out grounds... may be considered as a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting.... it is to assist Nature… — 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
“The best portion of a good man's life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love.” — 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
