The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)
Source: Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 2.
Contributed by: Zaady
Action is transitory,-a step, a blow; The motion of a muscle, this way or that.
Source: The Borderers. Act iii.
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.
That heareth not the loud winds when they call, And moveth all together, if it moves at all.
Source: Resolution and Independence. Stanza 11.
The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Source: Three years she grew in Sun and Shower.
Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.
To be a Prodigal's favourite,-then, worse truth, A Miser's pensioner,-behold our lot!
Source: The Small Celandine.
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