Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their — William Wordsworth
Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find. — William Wordsworth
A cheerful life is what the Muses love. A soaring spirit is their prime delight. — William Wordsworth
The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun. — William Wordsworth
While all the future, for thy purer soul, With “sober certainties” of love is blest. — William Wordsworth
Those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; — William Wordsworth