William Wordsworth
Open-mindedness is the harvest of a quiet eye.Collection: Eye
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Collection: Lonely
Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.Collection: Heart
How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land!Collection: Brother
Of all that is most beauteous, imaged there In happier beauty; more pellucid streams, An ampler ether, a diviner air, And fields invested with purpureal gleams.Collection: Beauty
Thou has left behind Powers that will work for thee,-air, earth, and skies! There 's not a breathing of the common wind That will forget thee; thou hast great allies; Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and man's unconquerable mind.Collection: Love
I've watched you now a full half-hour; Self-poised upon that yellow flower And, little Butterfly! Indeed I know not if you sleep or feed. How motionless! - not frozen seas More motionless! and then What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees, And calls you forth again!Collection: Flower
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting.Collection: Sleep
Yet sometimes, when the secret cup Of still and serious thought went round, It seemed as if he drank it up, He felt with spirit so profound.Collection: Profound
And the most difficult of tasks to keep Heights which the soul is competent to gain.Collection: Soul
Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face.Collection: Nature
Poetry is the outcome of emotions recollected in tranquility.Collection: Poetry
All men feel a habitual gratitude, and something of an honorable bigotry, for the objects which have long continued to please them.Collection: Gratitude
And mighty poets in their misery dead.Collection: Death
Earth has not anything to show more fair.Collection: Earth
A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by One after one; the sound of rain, and bees Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas, Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky - I've thought of all by turns, and still I lie Sleepless.Collection: Lying
With battlements that on their restless fronts Bore stars.Collection: Stars
Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed hornCollection: Prayer
Laying out grounds may be considered a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting.Collection: Art
Spires whose "silent finger points to heaven."Collection: Heaven
The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on a dim and perilous way!Collection: Intellectual
Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!Collection: Sweet
And when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet; whence he blew Soul-animating strains,-alas! too few.Collection: Hands
poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledgeCollection: Poetry
In years that bring the philosophic mind.Collection: Years
Where the statue stood Of Newton, with his prism and silent face, The marble index of a mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of thought alone.Collection: Sea
The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet's dream.Collection: Dream
Stern daughter of the voice of God! O Duty! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring and reprove.Collection: Daughter
In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.Collection: Hands
What is a Poet? He is a man speaking to men: a man, it is true, endued with more lively sensibility, more enthusiasm and tenderness, who has a greater knowledge of human nature, and a more comprehensive soul, than are supposed to be common among mankind; a man pleased with his own passions and volitions, and who rejoices more than other men in the spirit of life that is in him; delighting to contemplate similar volitions and passions as manifested in the goings-on of the universe, and habitually impelled to create them where he does not find them.Collection: Passion
But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.Collection: Light
[Mathematics] is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.Collection: Independent
The sightless Milton, with his hair Around his placid temples curled; And Shakespeare at his side,-a freight, If clay could think and mind were weight, For him who bore the world!Collection: Thinking
In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard seat And birds and flowers once more to greet. . . .Collection: Sweet
But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.Collection: Grace
But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!.Collection: Lying
My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.Collection: Heart
He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure; No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,- The past unsighed for, and the future sure.Collection: Fear
Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood.Collection: Simple
Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.Collection: Insult
A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic lightCollection: Angel
In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration: - feelings, too, Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love.Collection: Sweet