312 ordspråk av William Wordsworth
William Wordsworth
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
|
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
|
Turning, for them who pass, the common dust Of servile opportunity to gold.
|
Two Voices are there; one is of the sea, One of the mountains; each a mighty Voice.
|
Type of the wise who soar but never roam; True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
|
Unprofitably travelling toward the grave.
|
Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks; Why all this toil and trouble?
|
Up! up! my friend, and quit your books; Or surely you'll grow double. . . .
|
Visionary power/ Attends the motions of the viewless winds,/ Embodied in the mystery of words.
|
We bow our heads before Thee, and we laud And magnify thy name, Almighty God!
|
We feel that we are greater than we know.
|
We have within ourselves
Enough to fill the present day with joy,
And overspread the future years with hope.
|
We live by admiration, hope and love
|
We live by admiration, hope and love; and even as these are well and wisely fixed, in dignity of being we ascend
|
We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, When such are wanted.
|