More from William Wordsworth
- It Is Not to Be Thought Of, l. 11 (1807)
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.Ode: Intimations of Immortality (1807), “Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood” (1807)In contextSweetest melodies
Are those that are by distance made more sweet.Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919), Personal Talk, Stanza 2
More about nature
Aristotle384–322 BCPolitics, Book I, 1253a.8Nature scarcely ever gives us the very best; for that we must have recourse to art.



