William Wordsworth
A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays And confident tomorrows.Collection: Confidence
Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground?Collection: Eye
The first cuckoo's melancholy cry.Collection: Cuckoos
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 Put on, to welcome spring, their best attire, Poor Robin is yet flowerless; but how gay With his red stalks upon this sunny day!Collection: Spring
Plain living and high thinking are no more.Collection: Life
On Man, on Nature, and on Human Life, Musing in solitude, I oft perceive Fair trains of images before me rise, Accompanied by feelings of delight Pure, or with no unpleasing sadness mixed.Collection: Sadness
These hoards of wealth you can unlock at will.Collection: Book
The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.Collection: Beauty
Who, doomed to go in company with Pain And Fear and Bloodshed,-miserable train!- Turns his necessity to glorious gain.Collection: Pain
Poetry is most just to its divine origin, when it administers the comforts and breathes the thoughts of religion.Collection: Poetry
Elysian beauty, melancholy grace, Brought from a pensive though a happy place.Collection: Beauty
The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink I heard a voice it said Drink, pretty creature, drink'Collection: Stars
We murder to dissect.Collection: Discovery
Burn all the statutes and their shelves: They stir us up against our kind; And worse, against ourselves.Collection: Kind
Bright flower! whose home is everywhere Bold in maternal nature's care And all the long year through the heir Of joy or sorrow, Methinks that there abides in thee Some concord with humanity, Given to no other flower I see The forest through.Collection: Flower
The earth was all before me. With a heart Joyous, nor scared at its own liberty, I look about; and should the chosen guide Be nothing better than a wandering cloud, I cannot miss my way.Collection: Heart
Enough, if something from our hands have power To live, and act, and serve the future hour; And if, as toward the silent tomb we go, Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, We feel that we are greater than we know.Collection: Hands
But how can he expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all?Collection: Love
Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower Near the lark's nest, and in their natural hour Have passed away; less happy than the one That by the unwilling ploughshare died to prove The tender charm of poetry and love.Collection: Love
Nor will I then thy modest grace forget, Chaste Snow-drop, venturous harbinger of Spring, And pensive monitor of fleeting years!Collection: Spring
Wisdom and Spirit of the universe! Thou soul, that art the eternity of thought, And giv'st to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion.Collection: Art
The thought of death sits easy on the man Who has been born and dies among the mountains.Collection: Men
A youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven.Collection: Heaven
The budding rose above the rose full blown.Collection: Rose
I'm not talking about a "show me other walls of this thing" button, I mean a "stumble" button for wallbase.Collection: Wall
Milton, thou should'st be living at this hour.Collection: Hours
Scorn not the sonnet. Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart.Collection: Heart
Sweet childish days, that were as long, As twenty days are now.Collection: Sweet
'T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower, And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.Collection: Faith
Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.Collection: Art
No motion has she now, no force; she neither hears nor sees; rolled around in earth's diurnal course, with rocks, and stones, and trees.Collection: Death
He who feels contempt for any living thing hath faculties that he hath never used, and thought with him is in its infancy.Collection: Used
The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky!Collection: Heart
As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.Collection: Change
We live by admiration, hope and love.Collection: Love
Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge - it is as immortal as the heart of man.Collection: Heart
Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!Collection: Glory
Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.Collection: Years
That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.Collection: Eye
By all means sometimes be alone; salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear; dare to look in thy chest; and tumble up and down what thou findest there.Collection: Knowledge
And when the stream Which overflowed the soul was passed away, A consciousness remained that it had left Deposited upon the silent shore Of memory images and precious thoughts That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.Collection: Memories
Look for the stars, you'll say that there are none; / Look up a second time, and, one by one, / You mark them twinkling out with silvery light, / And wonder how they could elude the sight!Collection: Stars