The monumental pomp of age Was with this goodly personage; A stature undepressed in size, Unbent, which rather seemed to rise In open victory o'er the weight Of seventy years, to loftier height.
William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)
Source: The White Doe of Rylstone. Canto iii.
Contributed by: Zaady
We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, When such are wanted.
Source: To the Daisy.
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils.
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will; Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!
Source: Earth has not anything to show more fair.
Of all that is most beauteous, imaged there In happier beauty; more pellucid streams, An ampler ether, a diviner air, And fields invested with purpureal gleams.
Of blessed consolations in distress.
Source: Preface to the Excursion. (Edition, 1814.)
Oft on the dappled turf at ease I sit, and play with similes, Loose type of things through all degrees.
Source: To the same Flower.
Often have I sighed to measure By myself a lonely pleasure,- Sighed to think I read a book, Only read, perhaps, by me.
Source: To the Small Celandine.
Oh, be wiser thou! Instructed that true knowledge leads to love.
Source: Lines left upon a Seat in a Yew-tree.
Oh for a single hour of that Dundee Who on that day the word of onset gave!
Source: Sonnet, in the Pass of Killicranky.
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