Quotes

11 November 2014
Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
11 November 2014
Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy.
11 November 2014
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration;
11 November 2014
Or hast been summoned to the deep, Thou, thou and all thy mates, to keep An incommunicable sleep.
11 November 2014
Mark the babe Not long accustomed to this breathing world; One that hath barely learned to shape a smile, Though yet irrational of soul, to grasp With tiny finger—to let fall a tear; And, as the heavy cloud of sleep dissolves, To stretch his limbs, bemocking, as might seem, The outward functions of intelligent man.
11 November 2014
They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
11 November 2014
For by superior energies; more strict Affiance in each other; faith more firm In their unhallowed principles, the bad Have fairly earned a victory o'er the weak, The vacillating, inconsistent good.
11 November 2014
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;
11 November 2014
Lost in a gloom of uninspired research.
11 November 2014
Oh! mystery of man, from what a depth Proceed thy honours. I am lost, but see In simple childhood something of the base On which thy greatness stands; but this I feel, That from thyself it comes, that thou must give, Else never canst receive. The days gone by Return upon me almost from the dawn Of life: the hiding-places of man's power Open; I would approach them, but they close.

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