Everything is tedious when one does not read with the feeling of the Author. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, Let them live upon their praises. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm. — 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
To the solid ground Of Nature trusts the mind which builds for aye. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
But how can he expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for… — 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
Burn all the statutes and their shelves: They stir us up against our kind; And worse, against ourselves. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; And humble cares, and delicate fears; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears; And… — 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
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
Stern daughter of the voice of God! O Duty! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod… — 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
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
The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, An appetite; a… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind--But how could I forget thee? — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Oh, be wise, Thou! Instructed that true knowledge leads to love. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Memories... images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed. — 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
The little unremembered acts of kindness and love are the best parts of a person's life. — 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
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
That to this mountain-daisy's self were known The beauty of its star-shaped shadow, thrown On the smooth surface of this naked stone! — 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
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
“Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good.” — William Wordsworth Copy Share
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
“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
Knowledge and increase of enduring joy From the great Nature that exists in works Of mighty Poets. — William Wordsworth Copy Share
The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me,-her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears. — William Wordsworth Copy Share
“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
“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
I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused, whose… — William Wordsworth Copy Share
Like thoughts whose very sweetness yielded proof that they were born for immortality. — William Wordsworth Copy Share
