Something between a hindrance and a help.
William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)
Contributed by: Zaady
The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration.
Source: It is a beauteous Evening.
And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.
Source: Guilt and Sorrow. Stanza 41.
Plain living and high thinking are no more. The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence, And pure religion breathing household laws.
Source: O, Friend! I know not which way I must look.
There 's something in a flying horse, There 's something in a huge balloon.
Source: Peter Bell. Prologue. Stanza 1.
The sightless Milton, with his hair Around his placid temples curled; And Shakespeare at his side,-a freight, If clay could think and mind were weight, For him who bore the world!
Source: The Italian Itinerant.
But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.
Source: Yarrow Visited.
At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Source: Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 5.
But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for humankind, Is happy as a lover.
Source: Character of the Happy Warrior.
The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me,-her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears.
Source: Peter Bell. Prologue, Stanza 27.
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