|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|William Wordsworth. (17701850) (continued)|
| Sweet childish days, that were as long|
As twenty days are now.
| To a Butterfly. I ve watched you now a full half-hour.|
| Often have I sighed to measure|
By myself a lonely pleasure,
Sighed to think I read a book,
Only read, perhaps, by me.
| To the Small Celandine.|
| As high as we have mounted in delight,|
In our dejection do we sink as low.
| Resolution and Independence. Stanza 4.|
| But how can he expect that others should|
Build for him, sow for him, and at his call
Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all?
| Resolution and Independence. Stanza 6.|
| I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous boy,|
The sleepless soul that perished in his pride;
Of him who walked in glory and in joy,
Following his plough, along the mountain-side.
By our own spirits we are deified;
We Poets in our youth begin in gladness,
But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.
| Resolution and Independence. Stanza 7.|
| That heareth not the loud winds when they call,|
And moveth all together, if it moves at all.
| Resolution and Independence. Stanza 11.|
| Choice word and measured phrase above the reach|
Of ordinary men.
| Resolution and Independence. Stanza 14.|
| And mighty poets in their misery dead.|
| Resolution and Independence. Stanza 17.|
| Neer saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!|
The river glideth at his own sweet will;
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!
| Earth has not anything to show more fair.|
| The holy time is quiet as a nun|
Breathless with adoration.
| It is a beauteous Evening.|