William Wordsworth Quotes

21st May – a glorious day for beauty. I wish you could see how lovely our country is at this fine season.

That to this mountain-daisy’s self were known The beauty of its star-shaped shadow, thrown On the smooth surface of this naked stone!

With what nice care equivalents are given, How just, how bountiful, the hand of Heaven.

The softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth: Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes, She scans the future with the eye of gods.

Oh! if within me hope should e’er decline, The lamp of faith, lost Friend! too faintly burn; The may that heaven-revealing smile of thine, The bright assurance, visibly return: And let my spirit in that power divine Rejoice, as, through that power, it ceased to mourn.