Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
William WordsworthThat blessed mood in which the burthen of the mystery, in which the heavy and the weary weight of all this unintelligible world is lightened.
William WordsworthBut who would force the soul tilts with a straw Against a champion cased in adamant
William WordsworthPoetry is the first and last of all knowledge - it is as immortal as the heart of man.
William Wordsworth