Quote #139
Burn all the statutes and their shelves: They stir us up against our kind; And worse, against ourselves.
More from William Wordsworth
- 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.
- The good old rule Sufficeth them, the simple plan, That they should take, who have the power, And they should keep who can.
- 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.
- A brotherhood of venerable trees.
- And stepping westward seemed to be A kind of heavenly destiny.
- From Stirling Castle we had seen The mazy Forth unravelled; Had trod the banks of Clyde and Tay, And with the Tweed had travelled; And when…
- Sweet Mercy! to the gates of Heaven This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven; The rueful conflict, the heart riven With vain endeavour, And me…
- She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament.