Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and its fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
A deep distress hath humanised my soul.
William WordsworthMots clés elegiac-stanzas
Faith is a passionate intuition.
William WordsworthMots clés faith
...and in thy voice I catch the language of my former heart, and read my former pleasures in the shooting lights of thy wild eyes.
William WordsworthHence in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
William WordsworthFeeling comes in aid
Of feeling, and diversity of strength
Attends us, if but once we have been strong.
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
A cheerful life is what the Muses love, A soaring spirit is their prime delight.
William WordsworthShe Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A Maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:
A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
—Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.
She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!
Mots clés love poetry loss death mourning poem grief
Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,
Are a substantial world, both pure and good.
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