- 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 Wordsworth »
- Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present to live better in the future. William Wordsworth »
- Nature never did betray The heart that loved her. William Wordsworth »
- She was a phantom of delight When first she gleam'd upon my sight A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament. William Wordsworth »
- That best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love. William Wordsworth »
- The little unremembered acts of kindness and love are the best parts of a person's life. William Wordsworth »
- The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benedictions. William Wordsworth »
- The world is too much with us late and soon,Getting and spending, we lay waste our powersLittle we see in Nature that is oursWe have given our hearts away, a sordid boon William Wordsworth »
- To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. William Wordsworth »
- What though the radiance which was once so bright Be not forever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower Strength in what remains behind, In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be, In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of Human suffering, In the faith that looks through death In years that bring philophic mind. William Wordsworth »
- Wisdom and spirit of the Universe Thou soul is the eternity of thought That giv'st to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion Not in vain By day or star-light thus from by first dawn Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me The passions that build up our human soul, Not with the mean and vulgar works of man, But with high objects, with enduring things, With life and nature, purifying thus The elements of feeling and of thought, And sanctifying, by such discipline Both pain and fear, until we recognize A grandeur in the beatings of the heart. William Wordsworth »
- Wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoop Than when we soar. William Wordsworth »
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