A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfold The likeness of whate'er on land is seen. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet's dream. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Two voices are there; one is of the sea, One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard... Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Chains tie us down by land and sea; And wishes, vain as mine, may be All that is left to comfort thee. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“Hence, in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea” — 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
Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by One after one; the sound of rain, and bees Murmuring; the fall of rivers,… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
As thou these ashes, little brook, wilt bear Into the Avon, Avon to the tide Of Severn, Severn to the narrow seas,… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
I've watched you now a full half-hour; Self-poised upon that yellow flower And, little Butterfly! Indeed I know not if you sleep… — 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
The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Two voices are there: one is of the deep; It learns the storm-cloud's thunderous melody, Now roars, now murmurs with the changing… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
I travelled among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor England! did I know till then What love I bore to… — 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
