But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!.
William WordsworthLike thoughts whose very sweetness yielded proof that they were born for immortality.
William WordsworthWrite to me frequently & the longest letters possible; never mind whether you have facts or no to communicate; fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
William WordsworthAh, what a warning for a thoughtless man, Could field or grove, could any spot of earth, Show to his eye an image of the pangs Which it hath witnessed,-render back an echo Of the sad steps by which it hath been trod!
William Wordsworth