Where the statue stood Of Newton, with his prism and silent face, The marble index of a mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of thought alone.
William WordsworthPoetry is most just to its divine origin, when it administers the comforts and breathes the thoughts of religion.
William WordsworthOn a fair prospect some have looked, And felt, as I have heard them say, As if the moving time had been A thing as steadfast as the scene On which they gazed themselves away.
William Wordsworth