And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.
William WordsworthAnd now I see with eye serene, The very pulse of the machine. A being breathing thoughtful breaths, A traveler between life and death.
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 WordsworthThe soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky!
William WordsworthIf thou art beautiful, and youth and thought endue thee with all truth-be strong;--be worthy of the grace of God.
William WordsworthA simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death?
William WordsworthBy happy chance we saw A twofold image: on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Another and the same!
William WordsworthControls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives.
William WordsworthThe intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on a dim and perilous way!
William WordsworthOft in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life.
William WordsworthMeek Nature's evening comment on the shows That for oblivion take their daily birth From all the fuming vanities of earth.
William WordsworthA voice so thrilling ne'er was heard... Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
William WordsworthThe earth was all before me. With a heart Joyous, nor scared at its own liberty, I look about; and should the chosen guide Be nothing better than a wandering cloud, I cannot miss my way.
William WordsworthHeaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.
William WordsworthMy apprehension comes in crowds, I dread the rustling of the grass, The very shadows of the clouds, Have power to shake me as they pass, I question things and do not find, one that will answer to my mind, And all the world appears unkind.
William WordsworthAnd when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet; whence he blew Soul-animating strains,-alas! too few.
William WordsworthTo character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together... humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self.
William WordsworthBut trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!.
William WordsworthWith an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
William Wordsworth