The Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society.
William WordsworthBooks! tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it.
William WordsworthOne impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.
William WordsworthThe mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells.
William WordsworthMark 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.
William Wordsworth