One great society alone on earth: the noble living and the noble dead.
William Wordsworth Quotes
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: So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die!
Poetry is most just to its divine origin, when it administers the comforts and breathes the thoughts of religion.
For all good poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: and though this be true, poems to which any value can be attached were never produced on any variety of subjects but by a man who, being possessed of more than usual organic sensibly, had also thought long and deeply. I have said that […]
What is a poet? To whom does he address himself? And what language is expected of him? – He is a man speaking to men: a man, it is true, endowed with more lively sensibility, more enthusiasm and tenderness, who has greater knowledge of human knowledge of human nature, and a more comprehensive soul, than […]
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 horn.
Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher.
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are […]
I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
