Quotes
Quotes - Wordsworth
We meet thee, like a pleasant thought,
When such are wanted.
The poet's darling.
Thou unassuming commonplace
Of Nature.
Oft on the dappled turf at ease
I sit, and play with similes,
Loose type of things through all degrees.
Sweet Mercy! to the gates of heaven
This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven;
The rueful conflict, the heart riven
With vain endeavour,
And memory of Earth's bitter leaven
Effaced forever.
The best of what we do and are,
Just God, forgive!
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago.
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain
That has been, and may be again.
The music in my heart I bore
Long after it was heard no more.
Yon foaming flood seems motionless as ice;
Its dizzy turbulence eludes the eye,
Frozen by distance.
A famous man is Robin Hood,
The English ballad-singer's joy.
Because the good old rule
Sufficeth them,--the simple plan,
That they should take who have the power,
And they should keep who can.
The Eagle, he was lord above,
And Rob was lord below.
A brotherhood of venerable trees.
Let beeves and home-bred kine partake
The sweets of Burn-mill meadow;
The swan on still St. Mary's Lake
Float double, swan and shadow!
Every gift of noble origin
Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath.
A remnant of uneasy light.
Oh for a single hour of that Dundee
Who on that day the word of onset gave!
O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird,
Or but a wandering voice?
She was a phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight,
A lovely apparition, sent
To be a moment's ornament;
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair,
Like twilights too her dusky hair,
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful dawn.
A creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food;
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
A perfect woman, nobly planned,
To warn, to comfort, and command.
That inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude.
To be a Prodigal's favourite,--then, worse truth,
A Miser's pensioner,--behold our lot!
Stern Daughter of the Voice of God!
