William Wordsworth
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard... Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.Collection: Sea
I should dread to disfigure the beautiful ideal of the memories of illustrious persons with incongruous features, and to sully the imaginative purity of classical works with gross and trivial recollections.Collection: Beautiful
Of friends, however humble, scorn not one.Collection: Friends
Pleasures newly found are sweet When they lie about our feet.Collection: Sweet
O dearer far than light and life are dear.Collection: Life
Our meddling intellect Misshapes the beauteous forms of things We murder to dissectCollection: Murder
For by superior energies; more strict affiance in each other; faith more firm in their unhallowed principles, the bad have fairly earned a victory over the weak, the vacillating, inconsistent good.Collection: Victory And Defeat
I, methought, while the sweet breath of heaven Was blowing on my body, felt within A correspondent breeze, that gently moved With quickening virtue, but is now become A tempest, a redundant energy, Vexing its own creation.Collection: Sweet
Sweet Mercy! to the gates of heaven This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven; The rueful conflict, the heart riven With vain endeavour, And memory of Earth's bitter leaven Effaced forever.Collection: Sweet
For youthful faults ripe virtues shall atone.Collection: Faults
O Reader! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought can bring, O gentle Reader! you would find A tale in everything.Collection: Mind
Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.Collection: Sweet
The Primrose for a veil had spread The largest of her upright leaves; And thus for purposes benign, A simple flower deceives.Collection: Flower
A babe, by intercourse of touch I held mute dialogues with my Mother's heart.Collection: Mother
His love was like the liberal air, embracing all, to cheer and bless.Collection: Love
Everything is tedious when one does not read with the feeling of the Author.Collection: Feelings
Every gift of noble origin Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath.Collection: Noble
The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift, That no philosophy can lift.Collection: Philosophy
Like an army defeated the snow hath retreated.Collection: War
A power is passing from the earth.Collection: Power
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Collection: Flower
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the sea: Listen! the mighty being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thundereverlastingly.Collection: Time
She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; And humble cares, and delicate fears; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears; And love and thought and joy.Collection: Sweet
Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost.Collection: Fire
The gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.Collection: Soul
Society became my glittering bride, And airy hopes my children.Collection: Hope
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns.Collection: Light
The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration.Collection: Time
For nature then to me was all in all.Collection: Nature
Heaven lies about us in our infancy.Collection: Baby
The best of what we do and are, Just God, forgive!Collection: Forgiveness
The child is father of the man: And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.Collection: Children
And through the heat of conflict keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.Collection: Law
Alas! how little can a moment show Of an eye where feeling plays In ten thousand dewy rays: A face o'er which a thousand shadows go!Collection: Eye
A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.Collection: Kissing
The Eagle, he was lord aboveCollection: Eagles
It may be safely affirmed that there neither is, nor can be, any essential difference between the language of prose and metrical composition.... They both speak by and to the same organs; the bodies in which both of them are clothed may be said to be of the same substance, their affections are kindred, and almost identical, not necessarily differing even in degree; Poetry sheds no tears "such as Angels weep," but natural and human tears; she can boast of no celestial ichor that distinguishes her vital juices from those of prose; the same human blood circulates through the veins of them both.Collection: Angel
Not in Utopia, -- subterranean fields, --Or some secreted island, Heaven knows whereBut in the very world, which is the worldOf all of us, -- the place where in the endWe find our happiness, or not at allCollection: Islands
Look at the fate of summer flowers, which blow at daybreak, droop ere even-song.Collection: Summer
A genial hearth, a hospitable board, and a refined rusticity.Collection: Food
She seemed a thing that could not feel the touch of earthly years.Collection: Nature
The thought of our past years in me doth breed perpetual benedictions.Collection: Time
Plain living and high thinking are no more. The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence, And pure religion breathing household laws.Collection: Life
Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm.Collection: Men