“Softest clothing, woolly, bright”

“What immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry”

“In what furnace was thy brain”?`

“This city now doth, like a garment, wear the beauty of the morning”

“Dull would be the soul who could pass by”

“The river glideth at his own sweet will”

“Never did the sun more beautifully steep in his first splendor”

“the very houses seem asleep; and all that mighty heart is lying still”!

“The holy time is quiet as a Nun breathless with adoration”

“the mighty being is awake, and doth with his eternal motion make”

“if thou appear untouched by solemn thought”

“God being with thee when we know it not”

“Thy nature is not therefore less divine”

“Or of some Hermit’s cave, where by his fire the Hermit sits alone”

“The day is come when i again repose here, under this dark sycamore”

“But oft, in lonely rooms, and ‘mid the din of towns and cities, i have owed to them in hours of weariness, sensations sweet”

“Almost suspended, we are laid asleep in body, and become a living soul: . .

. we see into the life of things”

“and so i dare to hope, though changed, no doubt, from what i was when first i came among these hills”

“that time is past, and all its aching joys are now no more, and all its dizzy raptures.”

“the anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, the guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul of all my moral being”

“therefore let the moon shine on thee in thy solitary walk”

“nor will thou then forget, that after many wanderings, many years of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs”

“getting and spending, we lay waste our powers”

the sea that bears her bosom to the moon; the winds that will be howling at all hours, and are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers”

“we are out of tune, It moves us not”

“so might I, standing on this pleasant lea, have glimpses that would make me less forlorn”

“wander in gladness, and wind down, perchance, to that still roaring dell”

“for thou hast pined and hunger’d after Nature, many a year”

“Struck with deep joy may stand, as I have stood”

“when the last rook beat its straight path across the dusky air”

“no sound is dissonant which tells of life”

“so calm, that it disturbs and vexes meditation with its strange and extreme stillness”

“only that film, which flutters on the grate, still flutters there”

“its motion in this hush of nature gives it dim sympathies with me who live, making it a companionable form”

the idling Spirit by its won moods interprets, every where echo or mirror seeking itself, and makes a toy of Thought”

“lulled me to sleep, and sleep prolonged my dreams!”

“shalt wander like a breeze by lakes and sandy shores”

“therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee”

“Shall hang them up in silent icicles, quietly shining to the quiet moon”

“whose frown and wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command”

“which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, the hand that mocked them”

“round the decay of that colossal wreak, boundless and bare, the lone and level sands stretch far away”

“An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king”

“rulers who neither see, nor feel, nor know, but leech-like to their fainting country cling”

“makes as a two-edged sword to all who wield, — Golden and sanguine”

“would I were steadfast as thou art”

“with eternal lids apart”

“awake forever in sweet unrest, still, still to hear her tender-taken breath”

“or else swoon to death”