“If the time should ever come when what is now called science, thus familiarised to men, shall be ready to put on,… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
I am already kindly disposed towards you. My friendship it is not in my power to give: this is a gift which… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure; No fears to beat away,… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The thought of our past years in me doth breed perpetual benedictions. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen. The storm came on before its time: She wandered up… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth: Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes, She scans the future with the… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
I am already kindly disposed towards you. My friendship it is not in my power to give: this is a gift which… — 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
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
“Hence in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea which brought… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The Poet, gentle creature as he is, Hath, like the Lover, his unruly times; His fits when he is neither sick nor… — 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
While all the future, for thy purer soul, With "sober certainties" of love is blest. — 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
That kill the bloom before its time, And blanch, without the owner's crime, The most resplendent hair. — 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
“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
Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy. — 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
