Early spring Quote by William Wordsworth Download Open image “Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man?” — William Wordsworth ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.0 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Early spring Lament Made Men Periwinkle Reason
The most precious thing of man made is tears, it comes straight from the heart and deliver by the eyes, dont shed it for… — Blaze Olamiday Copy Share Image
If a man lives to any considerable age, it can not be denied that he laments his imprudences, but I notice he often laments… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
No man is worth your tears, and when you find the man who is, he'll never make you cry. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Every man has his faults; I have and so have you - you will allow me to say so! — Clara Schumann Copy Share Image
man is vile, and man makes nothing worth making, knows nothing worth knowing. — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
“People talk about the Creator - But surely he didn't create man only to destroy him later! Because we are bad? And who's to blame for that? Or because we are beautiful? I can't make any sense of it.” — Omar Khayyám Copy Share
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
We began as mineral. We emerged into plant life, and into the animal state, and then into being human, and always we have forgotten… — Rumi Copy Share Image
I had always planned to make a large painting of the early spring, when the first leaves are at the bottom of the trees,… — David Hockney Copy Share Image
“One soft humid early spring morning driving a winding road across Mount Tamalpais, the 2,500-foot mountain just north of the Golden Gate Bridge, a… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
“She was perhaps seventeen when it happened. She was in Central Park, in New York. It was too warm for such an early spring… — Theodore Sturgeon Copy Share Image
“THE DREAM THAT MUST BE INTERPRETED This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you… — Rumi Copy Share Image
“When the time is ripe for certain things, these things appear in different places in the manner of violets coming to light in early… — Farkas Bolyai Copy Share Image
“Because the students were needed in the fields from early spring when the cotton was planted until after most of the cotton had been… — Mildred D. Taylor Copy Share Image
And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“Our room swallowed light whole. Even in summer when sunlight glared through the windows, it was somehow dim inside. Now it was only Easter… — Mason West Copy Share Image
“It's early spring, some late or early hour with Orion toppling backward onto the serrated edge of the mountains and not crying out but… — Peter Heller Copy Share Image
“Lines Written In Early Spring I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
