Quote #109
A youth to whom was given So much of earth-so much of heaven, And such impetuous blood.
More from William Wordsworth
- And sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind.
- 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 …
- The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door!
- Something between a hindrance and a help.
- And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.
- Drink, pretty creature, drink!
- A reasoning, self-sufficing thing, An intellectual All-in-all!
- May no rude hand deface it, And its forlorn Hic jacet!