That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love. Votes: 24
Not without hope we suffer and we mourn. Votes: 12
To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. Votes: 11
The ocean is a mighty harmonist. Votes: 6
The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky! Votes: 0
The first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Votes: 0
We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness. Votes: 0
"One impulse from a vernal wood Votes: 0
Heaven lies about us in our infancy. Votes: 0
Faith is a passionate intuition. Votes: 0
But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave. Votes: 0
Great God! I'd rather be a Pagan.... Votes: 0
Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade Of that which once was great is passed away. Votes: 0
Habit rules the unreflecting herd. Votes: 0
Hence, in a season of calm weatherThough inland far we be,Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Votes: 0
Rest and be thankful. Votes: 0
Yon foaming flood seems motionless as ice;Its dizzy turbulence eludes the eye,Frozen by distance. Votes: 0
The child is father of the man. Votes: 0
A brotherhood of venerable trees. Votes: 0
A power is passing from the earth. Votes: 0
A tale in everything. Votes: 0
And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food. Votes: 0
And I am happy when I sing. Votes: 0
Come, blessed barrier between day and day, Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health! Votes: 0
Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives. Votes: 0
Death is the quiet haven of us all. Votes: 0
Dreams, books, are each a world. Votes: 0
Faith is, necessary to explain anything, and to reconcile the foreknowledge of God with human evil. Votes: 0
Great men have been among us; hands that penn'd And tongues that utter'd wisdom--better none Votes: 0
Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy. Votes: 0
It is the 1st mild day of March. Each minute sweeter than before... there is a blessing in the air. Votes: 0
Knowledge and increase of enduring joy From the great Nature that exists in works Of mighty Poets. Votes: 0
Let Nature be your teacher Votes: 0
Love betters what is best Votes: 0
Meek Walton's heavenly memory. Votes: 0
Nature's old felicities. Votes: 0
One in whom persuasion and belief Had ripened into faith, and faith become A passionate intuition. Votes: 0
Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride. Votes: 0
Stop thinking for once in your life! Votes: 0
The child is father of the man: And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety. Votes: 0
The child is the father of man. Votes: 0
The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me,-her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears. Votes: 0
The Eagle, he was lord above Votes: 0
The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart. Votes: 0
The mysteries that cups of flowers infold And all the gorgeous sights which fairies do behold. Votes: 0
There is creation in the eye. Votes: 0
Those old credulities, to Nature dear, Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock Of history? Votes: 0
Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither. Votes: 0
To be young was very heaven! Votes: 0
Truth takes no account of centuries. Votes: 0
Truths that wake To perish never Votes: 0
We murder to dissect. Votes: 0
Wisdom and spirit of the Universe! Votes: 0
Wisdom married to immortal verse. Votes: 0