“With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.”

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.

The least I can do is speak out for the hundreds of chimpanzees who, right now, sit hunched, miserable and without hope, staring out with dead eyes from their metal prisons. They cannot speak for themselves.

I believe in love at first sight. But it’s not the first moment you lay eyes on a person, it’s the moment you first see the person they truly are.

Doubts are seen flowing away along with that special kind of blue in his eyes.

People should meet an acceptable threshold of appropriateness. But for many women in the public eye, it just seems that the burden is so heavy.

Our eyes are at fault, that is all. God is in the manger, wealth in poverty, light in darkness, succor in abandonment.

I will sit in the pupil of your eyes and that will carry your sight into the heart of the things

Her eyes, which refused to meet mine, had the defensive coldness of those who are determined to lose hope.

I’ve fallen for your eyes, but they don’t know me yet.