Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Since thy return, through days and weeks Of hope that grew by stealth, How many wan and faded cheeks Have kindled into… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Even thus last night, and two nights more I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep, by any stealth: So do not… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
If thou art beautiful, and youth and thought endue thee with all truth-be strong;--be worthy of the grace of God. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Thou has left behind Powers that will work for thee,-air, earth, and skies! There 's not a breathing of the common wind… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Here must thou be, O man, Strength to thyself - no helper hast thou here - Here keepest thou thy individual state:… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
We bow our heads before Thee, and we laud, And magnify thy name Almighty God! But man is thy most awful instrument,… — 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
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
Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
He loves not well whose love is bold! I would not have thee come too nigh. The sun's gold would not seem… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee! . . . . . . Thy soul was… — 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
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
Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind--But how could I forget thee? — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Bright flower! whose home is everywhere Bold in maternal nature's care And all the long year through the heir Of joy or… — 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
