On 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 WordsworthWhen his veering gait And every motion of his starry train Seem governed by a strain Of music, audible to him alone.
William WordsworthHow many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.
William WordsworthI thought of Chatterton, the marvellous boy, The sleepless soul that perished in his pride; Of him who walked in glory and in joy, Following his plough, along the mountain-side. By our own spirits we are deified; We Poets in our youth begin in gladness, But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.
William Wordsworth