A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHA mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHLove betters what is best.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHOften in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life.
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 WORDSWORTHGreat is the glory, for the strife is hard!
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHAnd we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHBe mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHO joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHAnd I am happy when I sing.
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 WORDSWORTHNever to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHA perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHBut trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHFrom the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHAll that we behold is full of blessings.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHWith an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH