More from William Wordsworth

  1. She hath smiles to earth unknown- Smiles that with motion of their own Do spread, and sink, and rise.
  2. In truth the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is.
  3. Not Chaos, not The darkest pit of lowest Erebus, Nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out By help of dreams - can breed such fear and awe …
  4. The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have …
  5. Is there not An art, a music, and a stream of words That shalt be life, the acknowledged voice of life?
  6. Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me le…
  7. Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, Mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there One of a mig…
  8. Where lies the Land to which yon Ship must go? Fresh as a lark mounting at break of day, Festively she puts forth in trim array.

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