“My 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.”

Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretch’d in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from.

Chains tie us down by land and sea; And wishes, vain as mine, may be All that is left to comfort thee.

A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.

Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.

Memories -images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed.

Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.

Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.

Habit rules the unreflecting herd.

Faith is a passionate intuition.

Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.

From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.

Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge – it is as immortal as the heart of man.

Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Prompt to move but firm to wait – knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.

Success in God’s eyes is faithfulness to His calling.

Now my eyes are turned from the South to the North, and I want to lead one more Expedition. This will be the last to the North Pole.

The scar on my eye is a result of the doctor’s sewing up my face. It was 450 stitches and plastic surgery.

The true vision is not in your eyes.

It doesn’t cost anything to say hi when you pass someone else in the hallway, whereas, most corporations if you pass you avoid eye contact.

Sometimes the easiest way to appreciate ourselves is by looking through the eyes of someone who loves us.

Such alchemy your mystic eyes like a drug I’m addicted to your fiery kisses.

My eyes shut as the fire in my lungs reaches my throat.