William Wordsworth (7 April 1770 – 23 April 1850) was an English Romantic poet who, with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, helped to launch the Romantic Age in English literature with their joint publication Lyrical Ballads (1798). (wikipedia)
A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
Miss not the occasion; by the forelock take that subtle power, the never-halting time.
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard... Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
What know we of the Blest above but that they sing, and that they love?
Often have I sighed to measure By myself a lonely pleasure,- Sighed to think I read a book, Only read, perhaps, by me.
Since every mortal power of Coleridge Was frozen at its marvellous source, The rapt one, of the godlike forehead, The heaven-eyed creature sleeps in earth: And Lamb, the frolic and the gentle, Has vanished from his lonely hearth.
Me this uncharted freedom tires; I feel the weight of chance desires, My hopes no more must change their name, I long for a repose that ever is the same.
The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me,-her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears.
One that would peep and botanize Upon his mother's grave.
Neither evil tongues, rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all the dreary intercourse of daily life, shall ever prevail against us.