The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart.
William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)
Source: A Poet's Epitaph. Stanza 13.
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The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose.
Source: Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 2.
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Source: Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 10.
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
Source: Hart-leap Well. Part ii.
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.
The vision and the faculty divine; Yet wanting the accomplishment of verse.
Source: The Excursion. Book i.
And mighty poets in their misery dead.
Source: Resolution and Independence. Stanza 17.
Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares!- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays.
Source: Personal Talk. Stanza 4.
He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure; No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,- The past unsighed for, and the future sure.
Babylon, Learned and wise, hath perished utterly, Nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh That would lament her.
Source: Ecclesiastical Sonnets. Part i. xxv. Missions and Travels.
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