Quotes from Peter Bell — William Wordsworth
1770–1850 England
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The soft blue sky did never melt
Into his heart; he never felt
The witchery of the soft blue sky!
Peter Bell (1798)
A primrose by a river's brim
A yellow primrose was to him,
And it was nothing more.
Peter Bell (1798)
The common growth of Mother Earth
Suffices me,—her tears, her mirth,
Her humblest mirth and tears.
Peter Bell (1798)
As if the man had fixed his face,
In many a solitary place,
Against the wind and open sky!
Peter Bell (1798)
There's something in a flying horse,
There's something in a huge balloon;
But through the clouds I'll never float
Until I have a little Boat,
Shaped like the crescent-moon.
Peter Bell (1798)
On a fair prospect some have looked,
And felt, as I have heard them say,
As if the moving time had been
A thing as steadfast as the scene
On which they gazed themselves away.
Peter Bell (1798)