I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more

Quote by William Wordsworth

Topics: Heart Quotes, Listening Quotes, Music Quotes

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars

Neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no...

Neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no...

Action is transitory a step, a blow, The motion of a muscle, this way or...

Action is transitory a step, a blow, The motion of a muscle, this way or...

I am already kindly disposed towards you. My friendship it is not in my power...

I am already kindly disposed towards you. My friendship it is not in my power...

Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will...

Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will...

When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world,...

When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world,...

What we need is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out.

What we need is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out.

Drink, pretty creature, drink!

Drink, pretty creature, drink!

The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants;...

The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants;...

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

Why do not words and kiss, and solemn pledge, And nature that is kind in...

Why do not words and kiss, and solemn pledge, And nature that is kind in...

But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead...

But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead...

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected...

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected...

We live by admiration, hope and love; and even as these are well and wisely...

We live by admiration, hope and love; and even as these are well and wisely...

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not...

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not...

Wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.

Wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.

For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless...

For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless...

How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free...

How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free...

The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay...

The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay...