The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet's dream.
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 WordsworthAnd often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy because We have been glad of yore.
William Wordsworth