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 contextAnd ‘t is my faith, that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919), Lines written in Early Spring
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.



