WIST

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850) English poet
“I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud,” st. 4 (1807)

Worse than idle is compassion
If it ends in tears and sighs.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850) English poet
“The Armenian Lady’s Love” (1835)

The best portion of a good man’s life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850) English poet
(Attributed)