Date: 1850

"Yes, I remember when the changeful earth, / And twice five summers on my mind had stamped / The faces of the moving year, even then / I held unconscious intercourse with beauty / Old as creation"

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: 1850

"[S]ometimes, 'tis true, / By chance collisions and quaint accidents / (Like those ill-sorted unions, work supposed / Of evil-minded fairies), yet not vain / Nor profitless, if haply they impressed / Collateral objects and appearances, / Albeit lifeless then, and doomed to sleep / Until maturer s...

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: 1850

"Meanwhile, my hope has been, that I might fetch / Invigorating thoughts from former years; / Might fix the wavering balance of my mind, / And haply meet reproaches too, whose power / May spur me on, in manhood now mature, / To honourable toil."

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: 1850

"Who that shall point as with a wand and say / 'This portion of the river of my mind / Came from yon fountain?'"

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: 1850

"An auxiliar light / Came from my mind, which on the setting sun / Bestowed new splendour"

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: 1850

"My seventeenth year was come; / And, whether from this habit rooted now / So deeply in my mind, or from excess / In the great social principle of life / Coercing all things into sympathy, / To unorganic natures were transferred / My own enjoyments; or the power of truth / Coming in revelation, d...

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: 1850

"I could behold / The antechapel where the statue stood / Of Newton with his prism and silent face, / The marble index of a mind for ever / Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone."

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: 1850

"Caverns there were within my mind which sun / Could never penetrate, yet did there not / Want store of leafy arbours where the light / Might enter in at will."

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: 1850

"The thirst of living praise, / Fit reverence for the glorious Dead, the sight / Of those long vistas, sacred catacombs, / Where mighty minds lie visibly entombed, / Have often stirred the heart of youth, and bred / A fervent love of rigorous discipline."

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

Date: 1850

"Those lovely forms / Had also left less space within my mind, / Which, wrought upon instinctively, had found / A freshness in those objects of her love, / A winning power, beyond all other power."

— Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)