Therefore am I still a lover of the meadows and the woods, and mountains; and of all that we behold from this green earth.
William WordsworthThe Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society.
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