William Wordsworth

Wisdom married to immortal verse.

Wisdom and spirit of the Universe!

Wisdom sits with children round her knees.

Choice word and measured phrase above the reach Of ordinary men.

Small service is true service, while it lasts.

Nature's old felicities.

Love betters what is best

Truth takes no account of centuries.

Earth helped him with the cry of blood.

Earth has not anything to show more fair.

That mighty orb of song, The divine Milton.

the Mind of Man-- My haunt, and the main region of my song.

But to a higher mark than song can reach, Rose this pure eloquence.

That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.

The child is father of the man: And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.