I have said that poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity: the emotion is contemplated till, by a species of reaction, the tranquillity gradually disappears, and an emotion, kindred to that which was before the subject of contemplation, is gradually produced, and does itself actually exist in the mind.
William WordsworthThere is a comfort in the strength of love; 'Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart.
William WordsworthTo me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
William WordsworthMy apprehension comes in crowds, I dread the rustling of the grass, The very shadows of the clouds, Have power to shake me as they pass, I question things and do not find, one that will answer to my mind, And all the world appears unkind.
William Wordsworth