Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHCome grow old with me. The best is yet to be.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHOften in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHWe live by admiration, hope and love.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHFrom the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHLet Nature be your teacher.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHBut trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHHow does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHPoetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHBut thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHLove betters what is best.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHTo me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHHow many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHWe have within ourselves Enough to fill the present day with joy, And overspread the future years with hope.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHPoetry is the first and last of all knowledge – it is as immortal as the heart of man.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHNature never did betray the heart that loved her.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHLife is divided into three terms – that which was, which is, and which will be.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH