..........books are yours, Within whose silent chambers treasure lies Preserved from age to age; more precious far Than that accumulated store of gold And orient gems, which, for a day of need, The Su...
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.
My heart leaps up when I behold a rainbow in the sky.
Every great and original writer in proportion as he is great and original must himself create the taste by which he is to be relished.
Nature is a volume of which God is the author.
One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.
What though the radiance which was once so brightBe now for ever taken from my sight,Though nothing can bring back the hourOf splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;We will grieve not, rather...
Lines Written In Early SpringI heard a thousand blended notes,While in a grove I sate reclined,In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughtsBring sad thoughts to the mind.To her fair works did Nature link...
Books are yours, Within whose silent chambers treasure lies Preserved from age to age; more precious far Than that accumulated store of gold And orient gems, which, for a day of need,