Let the moon shine on the in thy solitary walk; and let the misty mountain-winds be free to blow against thee.
William WordsworthTo be a Prodigal's favourite,-then, worse truth, A Miser's pensioner,-behold our lot!
William WordsworthIf thou art beautiful, and youth and thought endue thee with all truth-be strong;--be worthy of the grace of God.
William WordsworthAll men feel a habitual gratitude, and something of an honorable bigotry, for the objects which have long continued to please them.
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