William Wordsworth Quotes - Page 2
Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.
Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
Pleasures newly found are sweet When they lie about our feet.
Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.
The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells.
Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
A cheerful life is what the Muses love. A soaring spirit is their prime delight.
Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge - it is as immortal as the heart of man.