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!
William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)
Source: Earth has not anything to show more fair.
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice; The confidence of reason give, And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live!
Source: Ode to Duty.
And he is oft the wisest man Who is not wise at all.
Source: The Oak and the Broom.
Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.
Source: Expostulation and Reply.
Choice word and measured phrase above the reach Of ordinary men.
Source: Resolution and Independence. Stanza 14.
The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.
Source: Miscellaneous Sonnets. Part i. xxxiii.
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