“Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And has the nature of infinity.” — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“[...]the stately and slow-moving Turk, With freight of slippers piled beneath his arm.” — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The vision and the faculty divine; Yet wanting the accomplishment of verse. — 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
“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
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
“ 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
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