Oft in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life.
William WordsworthWe 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.
William WordsworthWhere the statue stood Of Newton, with his prism and silent face, The marble index of a mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of thought alone.
William WordsworthPoetry is most just to its divine origin, when it administers the comforts and breathes the thoughts of religion.
William Wordsworth