Our 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 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 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 WORDSWORTHPoetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHAnd we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHThere is a comfort in the strength of love; ‘Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHGreat is the glory, for the strife is hard!
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 WORDSWORTHThe memory of the just survives in Heaven.
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 WORDSWORTHLove betters what is best.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHNever to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHWe live by admiration, hope and love.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHBe mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHBut trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHGreat men have been among us; hands that penn’d and tongues that utter’d wisdom.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHDust as we are, the immortal spirit grows Like harmony in music; there is a dark Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles Discordant elements, makes them cling together In one society.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH