Quotes
Quotes - Wordsworth
The holy time is quiet as a nun
Breathless with adoration.
Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade
Of that which once was great is passed away.
Thou has left behind
Powers that will work for thee,--air, earth, and skies!
There's not a breathing of the common wind
That will forget thee; thou hast great allies;
Thy friends are exultations, agonies,
And love, and man's unconquerable mind.
One that would peep and botanize
Upon his mother's grave.
He murmurs near the running brooks
A music sweeter than their own.
And you must love him, ere to you
He will seem worthy of your love.
The harvest of a quiet eye,
That broods and sleeps on his own heart.
Yet sometimes, when the secret cup
Of still and serious thought went round,
It seemed as if he drank it up,
He felt with spirit so profound.
My eyes are dim with childish tears,
My heart is idly stirred,
For the same sound is in my ears
Which in those days I heard.
A happy youth, and their old age
Is beautiful and free.
And often, glad no more,
We wear a face of joy because
We have been glad of yore.
The sweetest thing that ever grew
Beside a human door.
A youth to whom was given
So much of earth, so much of heaven.
Until a man might travel twelve stout miles,
Or reap an acre of his neighbor's corn.
Something between a hindrance and a help.
Drink, pretty creature, drink!
Lady of the Mere,
Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
And he is oft the wisest man
Who is not wise at all.
"A jolly place," said he, "in times of old!
But something ails it now: the spot is cursed."
Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream.
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride
With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
Plain living and high thinking are no more.
The homely beauty of the good old cause
Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence,
And pure religion breathing household laws.
Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour:
England hath need of thee!
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Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart:
So didst thou travel on life's common way
In cheerful godliness.
We must be free or die who speak the tongue
That Shakespeare spake, the faith and morals hold
Which Milton held.
A noticeable man, with large gray eyes.
