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, Music Quotes

Thought and theory must precede all salutary action; yet action is nobler in itself than...

Thought and theory must precede all salutary action; yet action is nobler in itself than...

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...

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.

That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and...

That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and...

Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.

Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.

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...

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

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

Drink, pretty creature, drink!

Drink, pretty creature, drink!

Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking...

Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking...

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.

Faith is a passionate intuition.

Faith is a passionate intuition.

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...

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...

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

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...

Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.

Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.

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...

For him in vain the envious seasons roll, Who bears eternal summer in his soul.

For him in vain the envious seasons roll, Who bears eternal summer in his soul.

Poetry is adjectives expressed in nouns

Poetry is adjectives expressed in nouns

We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves,...

We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves,...