The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHThe world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHDelight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHPoetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHA famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer’s joy.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHHabit rules the unreflecting herd.
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 WORDSWORTHPoetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHWhat we have loved Others will love And we will teach them how.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHRest and be thankful.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHHow many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHBut trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHThe memory of the just survives in Heaven.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHA tale in everything.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHOften in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHThe mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHNature never did betray the heart that loved her.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH