Quote #107
The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door!
More from William Wordsworth
- And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.
- And sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind.
- A reasoning, self-sufficing thing, An intellectual All-in-all!
- A youth to whom was given So much of earth-so much of heaven, And such impetuous blood.
- A fingering slave, One that would peep and botanize Upon his mother's grave.
- My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. Thus fares it …
- A slumber did my spirit seal; I had no human fears: She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she no…
- Something between a hindrance and a help.