The budding rose above the rose full blown. William Wordsworth More Quotes by William Wordsworth More Quotes From William Wordsworth Rapt into still communion that transcends The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him; it was blessedness and love! William Wordsworth officeprayermind That kill the bloom before its time, And blanch, without the owner's crime, The most resplendent hair. William Wordsworth crimehairtime She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and oh The difference to me! William Wordsworth gravesdifferenceslife Chains tie us down by land and sea; And wishes, vain as mine, may be All that is left to comfort thee. William Wordsworth tieslandsea Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home. William Wordsworth wisehomeheaven Faith is, necessary to explain anything, and to reconcile the foreknowledge of God with human evil. William Wordsworth reconcilefaithevil There is creation in the eye. William Wordsworth invisiblecreationeye But He is risen, a later star of dawn. William Wordsworth he-is-risenstarsdawn Hope smiled when your nativity was cast, William Wordsworth castssummerchildren The unconquerable pang of despised love. William Wordsworth unconquerabledespisedlove The moving accident is not my trade; To freeze the blood I have no ready arts: 'Tis my delight, alone in summer shade, To pipe a simple song for thinking hearts. William Wordsworth summersongart But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things. William Wordsworth bitternessspring There's something in a flying horse, William Wordsworth balloonshorseflying Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters. William Wordsworth englandwaterneeds The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs. William Wordsworth greyhairmen As thou these ashes, little brook, wilt bear William Wordsworth truthteacherfriendship And the most difficult of tasks to keep Heights which the soul is competent to gain. William Wordsworth heighttaskssoul 'T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower, And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind. William Wordsworth flowerfaithwind Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither. William Wordsworth oceansightsea And when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet; whence he blew Soul-animating strains,-alas! too few. William Wordsworth soulpathhands
