Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride. William Wordsworth More Quotes by William Wordsworth More Quotes From William Wordsworth Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present, to live better in the future. William Wordsworth future life past That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love. William Wordsworth inspirational love life Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least. William Wordsworth mind war world How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart. William Wordsworth real power art Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be. William Wordsworth i-love-you marriage birthday And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner's eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple. William Wordsworth life-and-love romantic-love eye Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility. William Wordsworth powerful poetry feelings I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. William Wordsworth lonely nature spring The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly. William Wordsworth smell shy flower With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things. William Wordsworth eye business life Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, William Wordsworth flower spring men Nature never did betray the heart that loved her. William Wordsworth betrayal nature love The education of circumstances is superior to that of tuition. William Wordsworth experience motivation inspirational Open-mindedness is the harvest of a quiet eye. William Wordsworth harvest eye quiet By all means sometimes be alone; salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear; dare to look in thy chest; and tumble up and down what thou findest there. William Wordsworth soul mean knowledge When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign is solitude. William Wordsworth tired business self Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. William Wordsworth beautiful beauty life My heart leaps up when I behold William Wordsworth beauty father children Let Nature be your teacher William Wordsworth nature teacher science Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils. William Wordsworth pleasure garden heart
