The softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth: Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes, She scans the future with the eye of gods.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHThe softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth: Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes, She scans the future with the eye of gods.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHOur birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHBy all means sometimes be alone; salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear; dare to look in thy chest; and tumble up and down what thou findest there.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHThe memory of the just survives in Heaven.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHIn ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHPoetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHFaith is a passionate intuition.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHWe have within ourselves Enough to fill the present day with joy, And overspread the future years with hope.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHLet Nature be your teacher.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHBut He is risen, a later star of dawn.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHPoetry is the first and last of all knowledge – it is as immortal as the heart of man.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHBut who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHBut trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHAnd suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner’s eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHCome forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHFill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH