Memories… images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed. — William Wordsworth
Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower. — William Wordsworth
Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home. — William Wordsworth
The Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society. — William Wordsworth
Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge – it is as immortal as the heart of man. — William Wordsworth