William Wordsworth
Dreams, books, are each a world.Collection: Dream
To the solid ground Of nature trusts the Mind that builds for aye.Collection: Nature
Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows Like harmony in music; there is a dark Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles Discordant elements, makes them cling together In one society.Collection: Dark
Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretch'd in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.Collection: Stars
The tears into his eyes were brought, And thanks and praises seemed to run So fast out of his heart, I thought They never would have done. -I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning.Collection: Running
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.Collection: Pride
I am already kindly disposed towards you. My friendship it is not in my power to give: this is a gift which no man can make, it is not in our own power: a sound and healthy friendship is the growth of time and circumstance, it will spring up and thrive like a wildflower when these favour, and when they do not, it is in vain to look for it.Collection: Spring
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.Collection: Sweet
Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.Collection: Divinity
Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.Collection: Wise
Father! - to God himself we cannot give a holier name.Collection: Fathers Day
The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, An appetite; a feeling and a love that had no need of a remoter charm by thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.Collection: Love
Books are the best type of the influence of the past.Collection: Book
Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and only there;With hope it is, hope that can never die,Effort and expectation, and desire,And something evermore about to be.Collection: Home
O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!Collection: Joy
Wisdom sits with children round her knees.Collection: Wisdom
I have said that poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity: the emotion is contemplated till, by a species of reaction, the tranquillity gradually disappears, and an emotion, kindred to that which was before the subject of contemplation, is gradually produced, and does itself actually exist in the mind.Collection: Powerful
But He is risen, a later star of dawn.Collection: Stars
Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.Collection: Faith
We have no knowledge, that is, no general principles drawn from the contemplation of particular facts, but what has been built up by pleasure, and exists in us by pleasure alone. The Man of Science, the Chemist and Mathematician, whatever difficulties and disgusts they may have had to struggle with, know and feel this. However painful may be the objects with which the Anatomist's knowledge is connected, he feels that his knowledge is pleasure; and where he has no pleasure he has no knowledge.Collection: Pain
My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man.Collection: Heart
True dignity abides with him alone Who, in the silent hour of inward thought, Can still suspect, and still revere himself, In lowliness of heart.Collection: Heart
That blessed mood in which the burthen of the mystery, in which the heavy and the weary weight of all this unintelligible world is lightened.Collection: Blessed
The childhood of today is the manhood of tomorrow.Collection: Childhood
The first cuckoo’s melancholy cry.Collection: Firsts
Up! up! my friend, and quit your books, Or surely you ’ll grow double! Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks! Why all this toil and trouble?Collection: Book
When men change swords for ledgers, and desert The student’s bower for gold, some fears unnamed I had, my Country – am I to be blamed?Collection: Country
Knowledge and increase of enduring joy From the great Nature that exists in works Of mighty Poets.Collection: Book