Quote #136
And stepping westward seemed to be A kind of heavenly destiny.
More from William Wordsworth
- Sweet Mercy! to the gates of Heaven This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven; The rueful conflict, the heart riven With vain endeavour, And me…
- I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
- There is One great society alone on earth: The noble Living and the noble Dead.
- Yet was Rob Roy as wise as brave; Forgive me if the phrase be strong;- A Poet worthy of Rob Roy Must scorn a timid song.
- Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, But to be young was very heaven!
- Burn all the statutes and their shelves: They stir us up against our kind; And worse, against ourselves.
- Brothers all In honor, as in one community, Scholars and gentlemen.
- The good old rule Sufficeth them, the simple plan, That they should take, who have the power, And they should keep who can.