To the solid ground Of Nature trusts the mind that builds for aye.
William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)
Source: A Volant Tribe of Bards on Earth.
Contributed by: Zaady
As if the man had fixed his face, In many a solitary place, Against the wind and open sky!
Source: Peter Bell. Part i. Stanza 26. 3
That inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude.
Source: I wandered lonely.
That mighty orb of song, The divine Milton.
Source: The Excursion. Book i.
Scorn not the sonnet. Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart.
Source: Scorn not the Sonnet.
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain That has been, and may be again.
Source: The Solitary Reaper.
A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Source: She was a Phantom of Delight.
Spade! with which Wilkinson hath tilled his lands, And shaped these pleasant walks by Emont's side, Thou art a tool of honor in my hands, I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.
Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost.
Source: To the Lady Fleming.
The silence that is in the starry sky.
Source: Song at the Feast of Broughton Castle.
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