That heareth not the loud winds when they call, And moveth all together, if it moves at all.
William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)
Source: Resolution and Independence. Stanza 11.
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
Until a man might travel twelve stout miles, Or reap an acre of his neighbor's corn.
Source: The Brothers.
And 't is my faith, that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.
But who would force the soul tilts with a straw Against a champion cased in adamant.
Source: Part iii. vii. Persecution of the Scottish Covenanters.
O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice?
Source: To the Cuckoo.
Wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoop Than when we soar,
Source: The Excursion. Book iii., 1798
Wisdom married to immortal verse.
Source: The Excursion. Book vii.
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