Sweet childish days, that were as long as twenty days are now.
William Wordsworth Quotes
The child is father of the man.
Stay near me – do not take thy flight! A little longer stay in sight! Much converse do I find in thee, Historian of my infancy! (To A Butterfly)
Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good.
The eye – it cannot choose but see; we cannot bid the ear be still; our bodies feel, where’er they be, against or with our will.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in […]
The Eagle, he was lord above.
Action is transitory a step, a blow, The motion of a muscle, this way or that ‘Tis done, and in the after-vacancy We wonder at ourselves like men betrayed.
Thought and theory must precede all salutary action; yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.
