Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
one daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“Sweet is the lore which nature brings; Our meddling intellect Misshapes the beauteous forms of things— We murder to dissect.” — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Let the moon shine on the in thy solitary walk; and let the misty mountain-winds be free to blow against thee. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Books! tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
With little here to do or see Of things that in the great world be, Sweet Daisy! oft I talk to thee… — 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
Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares!- The Poets, who on earth have made… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“This son of his old age was yet more dear— Less from instinctive tenderness, the same Fond spirit that blindly works in… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
A great poet ought to a certain degree to rectify men's feelings... to render their feelings more sane, pure and permanent, in… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Knowing that Nature never did betray the heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, through all the years of this our life,… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Those old credulities, to Nature dear, Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock Of history? — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things: We murder to dissect. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“The knowledge both of the Poet and the Man of science is pleasure; but the knowledge of the one cleaves to us… — 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
What we have loved Others will love And we will teach them how. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
With Nature never do they wage A foolish strife; they see A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
In heaven above, And earth below, they best can serve true gladness Who meet most feelingly the calls of sadness. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Recognizes ever and anon The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul. — 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
