The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink I heard a voice it said Drink, pretty creature, drink'
William WordsworthIn heaven above, And earth below, they best can serve true gladness Who meet most feelingly the calls of sadness.
William WordsworthI should dread to disfigure the beautiful ideal of the memories of illustrious persons with incongruous features, and to sully the imaginative purity of classical works with gross and trivial recollections.
William WordsworthThe sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
William WordsworthIn hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration: - feelings, too, Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love.
William Wordsworth