Since thy return, through days and weeks Of hope that grew by stealth, How many wan and faded cheeks Have kindled into… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight, A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament;… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
To character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together... humble dependence on God and manly reliance on… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Laying out grounds may be considered a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Private courts, Gloomy as coffins, and unsightly lanes Thrilled by some female vendor's scream, belike The very shrillest of all London cries,… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Primroses, the Spring may love them; Summer knows but little of them. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
We have no knowledge, that is, no general principles drawn from the contemplation of particular facts, but what has been built up… — 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
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
And what if thou, sweet May, hast known Mishap by worm and blight; If expectations newly blown Have perished in thy sight;… — 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
A soul so pitiably forlorn, If such do on this earth abide, May season apathy with scorn, May turn indifference to pride;… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Chains tie us down by land and sea; And wishes, vain as mine, may be All that is left to comfort thee. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain That has been, and may be again. — 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
