One daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHOne daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHOur noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHO joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHAnd I am happy when I sing.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHA voice so thrilling ne’er was heard. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHThe flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHOur birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHThe memory of the just survives in Heaven.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHStrongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHImagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHHabit rules the unreflecting herd.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHThought and theory must precede all action, that moves to salutary purposes. Yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.
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 WORDSWORTHMy eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHFrom the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.
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 WORDSWORTH