"Lyrical Ballads" Quotes

A deep distress hath humanized my Soul.

The best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.

I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.

Nature never did betray The heart that loved her.

The eye—it cannot choose but see; We cannot bid the ear be still; Our bodies feel, where'er they be, Against or with our will.

What we have loved, others will love, and we will teach them how.

The Child is father of the Man;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.

Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.

A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear,