“And, when the streamWhich overflowed the soul was passed away,A consciousness remained that it had left,Deposited upon the silent shoreOf memory, images and precious thoughtsThat shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.”
William Wordsworth
“Deprivation is for me what daffodils were for Wordsworth.”
Philip Larkin
“Let simple Wordsworth chime his childish verse, / And brother Coleridge lull the babe at nurse.”
Lord Byron
“We live by admiration, hope and love; and even as these are well and wisely fixed, in dignity of being we ascend”
“She gave me eyes, she gave me ears;And humble cares, and delicate fears;A heart, the fountain of sweet tears;And love and thought and joy.”
“For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.”
“Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,But to be young was very heaven!”
