The world is too much with us late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers Little we see in Nature that is ours We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon

• Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present to live better in the future.
• What though the radiance which was once so bright Be not forever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower Strength in what remains behind, In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be, In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of Human suffering, In the faith that looks through death In years that bring philophic mind.
• How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold Because the lovely little flower is free Down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
• Nature never did betray, The heart that loved her.
• A mind forever voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone.
• To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
• The world is too much with us late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers Little we see in Nature that is ours We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon
• The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benedictions.
• Wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoop Than when we soar.
• What though the radiance which was once so bright Be not forever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;Grief not, rather find, Strength in what remains behind, In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be, In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of Human suffering, In the faith that looks through death In years that bring philophic mind.