“If the time should ever come when what is now called science, thus familiarised to men, shall be ready to put on,… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
I am already kindly disposed towards you. My friendship it is not in my power to give: this is a gift which… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Choice word and measured phrase above the reach Of ordinary men. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Action is transitory, a step, a blow, The motion of a muscle, this way or that, 'Tis done--And in the after-vacancy, We… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The tears into his eyes were brought, And thanks and praises seemed to run So fast out of his heart, I thought… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Ah, what a warning for a thoughtless man, Could field or grove, could any spot of earth, Show to his eye an… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trails its wreath; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind,… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The clouds that gather round the setting sun, Do take a sober colouring from an eye, That hath kept watch o'er man's… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
What is a Poet? He is a man speaking to men: a man, it is true, endued with more lively sensibility, more… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge - it is as immortal as the heart of man. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were trouble to… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade Of that which once was great is passed away. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Yet tears to human suffering are due; And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Are mourned by man, and not by man alone. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
When men change swords for ledgers, and desert The student's bower for gold, some fears unnamed I had, my Country--am I to… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The primal duties shine aloft, like stars; The charities that soothe, and heal, and bless, Are scattered at the feet of Man,… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Thou has left behind Powers that will work for thee,-air, earth, and skies! There 's not a breathing of the common wind… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it… — 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
