William Wordsworth
The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me,-her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears.Collection: Mother
The very flowers are sacred to the poor.Collection: Flower
Wisdom and spirit of the Universe!Collection: Spirit
And he is oft the wisest manWho is not wise at all.Collection: Wise
Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark.Collection: Music
He murmurs near the running brooks A music sweeter than their own.Collection: Music
Stop thinking for once in your life!Collection: Thinking
The weight of sadness was in wonder lost.Collection: Sadness
Knowing that Nature never did betray the heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, through all the years of this our life, to lead from joy to joy.Collection: Nature
One of those heavenly days that cannot die.Collection: Death
That mighty orb of song, The divine Milton.Collection: Song
If thou art beautiful, and youth and thought endue thee with all truth-be strong;--be worthy of the grace of God.Collection: Beauty
The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart.Collection: Heart
As generations come and go, Their arts, their customs, ebb and flow; Fate, fortune, sweep strong powers away, And feeble, of themselves, decay.Collection: Art
When his veering gait And every motion of his starry train Seem governed by a strain Of music, audible to him alone.Collection: Music
His high endeavours are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright.Collection: Light
Yet tears to human suffering are due; And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.Collection: Hope
We bow our heads before Thee, and we laud, And magnify thy name Almighty God! But man is thy most awful instrument, In working out a pure intent.Collection: God
And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.Collection: Heart
Minds that have nothing to confer Find little to perceive.Collection: Mind
The Poet, gentle creature as he is, Hath, like the Lover, his unruly times; His fits when he is neither sick nor well, Though no distress be near him but his own Unmanageable thoughts.Collection: Sick
We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.Collection: Youth
We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, When such are wanted.Collection: Daisies
Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfold The likeness of whate'er on land is seen.Collection: Ocean
Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives.Collection: Influence
"One impulse from a vernal woodCollection: Nature
Laying out grounds... may be considered as a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting.... it is to assist Nature in moving the affections... the affections of those who have the deepest perception of the beauty of Nature.Collection: Art
A deep distress has humanised my soul.Collection: Soul
The softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth: Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes, She scans the future with the eye of gods.Collection: Flower
Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade Of that which once was great is passed away.Collection: Men
I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous boy, The sleepless soul that perished in his pride; Of him who walked in glory and in joy, Following his plough, along the mountain-side. By our own spirits we are deified; We Poets in our youth begin in gladness, But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.Collection: Pride
A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable.Collection: Lakes
Faith is, necessary to explain anything, and to reconcile the foreknowledge of God with human evil.Collection: Faith
. . .this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 't is her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.Collection: Nature
By happy chance we saw A twofold image: on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Another and the same!Collection: White
Earth helped him with the cry of blood.Collection: Blood
And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.Collection: Love
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: Friendship
Mark the babe not long accustomed to this breathing world; One that hath barely learned to shape a smile, though yet irrational of soul, to grasp with tiny finger - to let fall a tear; And, as the heavy cloud of sleep dissolves, To stretch his limbs, becoming, as might seem. The outward functions of intelligent man.Collection: Baby
She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and oh The difference to me!Collection: Life
In heaven above, And earth below, they best can serve true gladness Who meet most feelingly the calls of sadness.Collection: Sadness
She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love.Collection: Love
The wealthiest man among us is the bestCollection: Men
But who would force the soul tilts with a straw Against a champion cased in adamantCollection: Soul