Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.
William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)
Contributed by: Zaady
The vision and the faculty divine; Yet wanting the accomplishment of verse.
Source: The Excursion. Book i.
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.
For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago.
Source: The Solitary Reaper.
Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither.
Source: Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 9.
The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction.
The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command.
Source: She was a Phantom of Delight.
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