But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“He is by nature led To peace so perfect that the young behold With envy, what the old man hardly feels.” — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
And now I see with eye serene, The very pulse of the machine. A being breathing thoughtful breaths, A traveler between life… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will; Dear God! the very houses… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Plain living and high thinking are no more. The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone; our peace, our fearful… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows Like harmony in music; there is a dark Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles Discordant elements,… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“Now, in this blank of things, a harmony, Home-felt, and home-created,comes to heal That grief for which the senses still supply Fresh… — 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
“ I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When… — 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
