And when the stream Which overflowed the soul was passed away, A consciousness remained that it had left Deposited upon the silent shore Of memory images and precious thoughts That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed. William Wordsworth More Quotes by William Wordsworth More Quotes From William Wordsworth The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart. William Wordsworth eye sleep heart A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. William Wordsworth simplicity kissing simple There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, William Wordsworth light sight dream ...one interior life in which all beings live with God, themselves are God, existing in the mighty whole, indistinguishable as the cloudless east is from the cloudless west, when all the hemisphere is one cerulean blue. William Wordsworth east god blue Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives. William Wordsworth influence Where is it now, the glory and the dream? William Wordsworth glory dream How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land! William Wordsworth sunshine land brother That mighty orb of song, The divine Milton. William Wordsworth divinity orbs song The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration. William Wordsworth holy time quiet Alas! how little can a moment show Of an eye where feeling plays In ten thousand dewy rays: A face o'er which a thousand shadows go! William Wordsworth eye play feelings A genial hearth, a hospitable board, and a refined rusticity. William Wordsworth boards cooking food But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave. William Wordsworth time birthday love One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can. William Wordsworth educational nature men The eye— it cannot choose but see; we cannot bid the ear be still; our bodies feel, where'er they be, against or with our will. William Wordsworth body eye ears The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this. William Wordsworth perception mind beauty The earth was all before me. With a heart Joyous, nor scared at its own liberty, I look about; and should the chosen guide Be nothing better than a wandering cloud, I cannot miss my way. William Wordsworth missing clouds heart Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. William Wordsworth infancy-is afterlife sleep Delivered from the galling yoke of time. William Wordsworth yoke time Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things: We murder to dissect. William Wordsworth shapes nature sweet I'll teach my boy the sweetest things; I'll teach him how the owlet sings. William Wordsworth my-boys teach boys
