The mysteries that cups of flowers infold And all the gorgeous sights which fairies do behold. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“What though the radiance that was once so bright, be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight, A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament;… — 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
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
Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Look for the stars, you'll say that there are none; / Look up a second time, and, one by one, / You… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
And what if thou, sweet May, hast known Mishap by worm and blight; If expectations newly blown Have perished in thy sight;… — 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
