Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep/ Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind. William Wordsworth More Quotes by William Wordsworth More Quotes From William Wordsworth Dreams, books, are each a world. William Wordsworth dream book world A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor. William Wordsworth acting stupid mind We murder to dissect. William Wordsworth murder discovery When men change swords for ledgers, and desert William Wordsworth fear men country In that sweet mood when pleasure loves to pay William Wordsworth nature heart sweet Imagination, which in truth William Wordsworth imagination power names On Man, on Nature, and on Human Life, William Wordsworth acceptance reflection men Milton, in his hand William Wordsworth milton trumpets hands Free as a bird to settle where I will. William Wordsworth settling bird A lawyer art thou? Draw not nigh! Go, carry to some fitter place The keenness of that practised eye, The hardness of that sallow face. William Wordsworth eye faces art It is the 1st mild day of March. Each minute sweeter than before... there is a blessing in the air. William Wordsworth march blessing air I'm not talking about a "show me other walls of this thing" button, I mean a "stumble" button for wallbase. William Wordsworth wall talking mean Wisdom and spirit of the Universe! William Wordsworth universe spirit I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more. William Wordsworth musical heart long The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind. William Wordsworth wise time birthday A light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove. William Wordsworth erring guides light Write to me frequently & the longest letters possible; never mind whether you have facts or no to communicate; fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. William Wordsworth breathing heart writing Milton, thou should'st be living at this hour. William Wordsworth milton hours should If the time should ever come when what is now called Science, thus famliarised to men, shall be ready to put on, as it were, a form of flesh and blood, the Poet will lend his divine spirit to the aid the transfiguration, and will welcome the Being thus produced, as a dear and genuine inmate of the household of man. William Wordsworth inmates men blood How is it that you live, and what is it you do? William Wordsworth work life
