William Wordsworth Thy Quotations

Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart.

We bow our heads before Thee, and we laudAnd magnify thy name, Almighty God!

To humbler functions, awful Power!I call thee: I myself commendUnto thy guidance from this hour;Oh, let my weakness have an end!

O Silence! are Man's noisy yearsNo more than moments of thy life?

But man is thy most awful instrumentIn working out a pure intent.

Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant / Of such weak fibre that the treacherous air / Of absence withers what was once so fair?