To the solid ground Of nature trusts the Mind that builds for aye. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
in the mind of man, A motion and a spirit, that impels All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
O Reader! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought can bring, O gentle Reader! you would find A tale… — 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
The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Rapt into still communion that transcends The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That… — 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 apprehension comes in crowds, I dread the rustling of the grass, The very shadows of the clouds, Have power to shake… — 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
Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
In spite of difference of soil and climate, of language and manners, of laws and customs-in spite of things silently gone out… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Not Chaos, not the darkest pit of lowest Erebus, nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out by help of dreams - can… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
. . .this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 't is her privilege, Through… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
I have said that poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity: the… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
To the solid ground Of Nature trusts the mind which builds for aye. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind--But how could I forget thee? — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Where the statue stood Of Newton, with his prism and silent face, The marble index of a mind forever Voyaging through strange… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The sightless Milton, with his hair Around his placid temples curled; And Shakespeare at his side,-a freight, If clay could think and… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Write to me frequently & the longest letters possible; never mind whether you have facts or no to communicate; fill your paper… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Imagination, which in truth Is but another name for absolute power And clearest insight, amplitude of mind, And reason, in her most… — 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
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
