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.
William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)
Source: Personal Talk. Stanza 4.
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
A noticeable man, with large gray eyes.
Source: Stanzas written in Thomson's Castle of Indolence.
A youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven.
But an old age serene and bright, And lovely as a Lapland night, Shall lead thee to thy grave.
Source: To a Young Lady. Dear Child of Nature.
Those old credulities, to Nature dear, Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock Of history?
Source: Memorials of a Tour in Italy. iv.
Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
Source: A narrow Girdle of rough Stones and Crags.
Turning, for them who pass, the common dust Of servile opportunity to gold.
Source: Desultory Stanza.
In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard seat And birds and flowers once more to greet. . . .
Pan himself, The simple shepherd's awe-inspiring god!
Source: The Excursion. Book iv.
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