Quotes
Quotes - Wordsworth
Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows That for oblivion that their daily birth From all the fuming vanities of earth.
Once did she hold the gorgeous East in fee, And was the safeguard of the West.
But shapes that come not at an earthly call, Will not depart when mortal voices bid.
Two voices are there; one is of the sea, One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice.
There's something in a flying horse, There's something in a huge balloon.
Among the dwellings framed by birds In field or forest with nice care, Is none that with the little wren's In snugness may compare.
Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.
Of vast circumference and gloom profound, This solitary Tree! A living thing Produced too slowly ever to decay; Of form and aspect too magnificent To be destroyed.
There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale, Which to this day stands single, in the midst Of its own darkness, as it stood of yore.
