Quotes
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
This city now doth, like a garment, wear the beauty of the morning; silent bare, ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie open unto the fields and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
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.
The thought of our past years in me doth breed perpetual benedictions.
The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.
The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this.
The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
The Child is the father of the Man.
That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
That blessed mood in which the burthen of the mystery, in which the heavy and the weary weight of all this unintelligible world is lightened.
That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.
Small service is true service, while it lasts.
She seemed a thing that could not feel the touch of earthly years.
She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love.
Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more.
Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.
One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.
Not Chaos, not the darkest pit of lowest Erebus, nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out by help of dreams - can breed such fear and awe as fall upon us often when we look into our Minds, into the Mind of Man.