How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
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 WORDSWORTHA perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHLet Nature be your teacher.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHType of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHLife is divided into three terms – that which was, which is, and which will be.
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 WORDSWORTHA famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer’s joy.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHA few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHBut thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHSuffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHThat inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHThe education of circumstances is superior to that of intuition.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHThe light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet’s dream.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHOne daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHIn that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTHThe memory of the just survives in Heaven.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH