Ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
one daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Alas! how little can a moment show Of an eye where feeling plays In ten thousand dewy rays: A face o'er which… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
And oft I thought (my fancy was-so strong) That I, at last, a resting-place had found: 'Here: will I dwell,' said I,'… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretch'd in never-ending line Along the margin of a… — 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
