More from William Wordsworth

  1. Lost in a gloom of uninspired research.
  2. I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To whi…
  3. There is a luxury in self-dispraise; And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast.
  4. One in whom persuasion and belief Had ripened into faith, and faith become A passionate intuition.
  5. For by superior energies; more strict Affiance in each other; faith more firm In their unhallowed principles; the bad Have fairly earned a …
  6. Spires whose 'silent finger points to heaven.'
  7. Society became my glittering bride.
  8. Wild is the music of the autumnal wind Among the faded woods.

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