Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils… — 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
Those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not… — 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
My apprehension comes in crowds, I dread the rustling of the grass, The very shadows of the clouds, Have power to shake… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart. — 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
When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of… — 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
Mark the babe not long accustomed to this breathing world; One that hath barely learned to shape a smile, though yet irrational… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
[Mathematics] is an independent world created out of pure intelligence. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
That blessed mood in which the burthen of the mystery, in which the heavy and the weary weight of all this unintelligible… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least. — 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
Then blame not those who, by the mightiest lever Known to the moral world, Imagination. — 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
One solace yet remains for us who came Into this world in days when story lacked Severe research, that in our hearts… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Not in Utopia, -- subterranean fields, --Or some secreted island, Heaven knows whereBut in the very world, which is the worldOf all… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The sightless Milton, with his hair Around his placid temples curled; And Shakespeare at his side,-a freight, If clay could think and… — 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