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The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this ... -- William Wordsworth
Laying out grounds ... may be considered as a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting ... it is to assist Nature in moving the affections ... the affections of those who have the deepest perception of the beauty of Nature ... -- William Wordsworth
Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and only there;With hope it is, hope that can never die,Effort and expectation, and desire,And something evermore about to be. -- William Wordsworth
And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner's eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple. -- William Wordsworth
He is by nature led
To peace so perfect that the young behold
With envy, what the old man hardly feels. -- William Wordsworth
As generations come and go, Their arts, their customs, ebb and flow; Fate, fortune, sweep strong powers away, And feeble, of themselves, decay. -- William Wordsworth
We live by admiration, hope and love. -- William Wordsworth
Imagination, which in truth
Is but another name for absolute power
And clearest insight, amplitude of mind,
And reason, in her most exalted mood. -- William Wordsworth
A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer's joy. -- William Wordsworth
Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, And lilies face the March-winds in full blow, And humbler growths as moved with one desire Put on, to welcome spring, their best attire, Poor Robin is yet flowerless; but how gay With his red stalks upon this sunny day! -- William Wordsworth
Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay, And at my casement sing, Though it should prove a farewell lay And this our parting spring. * * * * * Then, little Bird, this boon confer, Come, and my requiem sing, Nor fail to be the harbinger Of everlasting spring. -- William Wordsworth
...The happy Warrior... is he... who, with a natural instinct to discern what knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn; abides by this resolve, and stops not there, but makes his moral being his prime care. -- William Wordsworth
Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,
Are a substantial world, both pure and good:
Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood,
Our pastime and our happiness will grow. -- William Wordsworth
Serene will be our days, and bright and happy will our nature be, when love is an unerring light, and joy its own security. -- William Wordsworth
Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel To self-reproach. -- William Wordsworth
As thou these ashes, little brook, wilt bear Into the Avon, Avon to the tide Of Severn, Severn to the narrow seas, Into main ocean they, this deed accursed An emblem yields to friends and enemies How the bold teacher's doctrine, sanctified By truth, shall spread, throughout the world dispersed. -- William Wordsworth
Yon foaming flood seems motionless as ice;Its dizzy turbulence eludes the eye,Frozen by distance. -- William Wordsworth
Plain living and high thinking are no more. The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence, And pure religion breathing household laws. -- William Wordsworth
A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by One after one; the sound of rain, and bees Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas, Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky - I've thought of all by turns, and still I lie Sleepless ... -- William Wordsworth
In ourselves our safety must be sought.
By our own right hand it must be wrought. -- William Wordsworth
- Beclouded The sky is low, the clouds are mean, A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day How some one treated him; Nature, like us, is sometimes caught Without her diadem. -- William Wordsworth
Imagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality. -- William Wordsworth
He spake of love, such love as spirits feel
In worlds whose course is equable and pure:
No fears to beat away - no strife to heal,
The past unsighed for, and the future sure. -- William Wordsworth
She seemed a thing that could not feel the touch of earthly years. -- William Wordsworth
Wild is the music of autumnal winds Amongst the faded woods. -- William Wordsworth
Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep/ Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind. -- William Wordsworth
The earth was all before me. With a heart
Joyous, nor scared at its own liberty,
I look about; and should the chosen guide
Be nothing better than a wandering cloud,
I cannot miss my way. -- William Wordsworth
Yet tears to human suffering are due; And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Are mourned by man, and not by man alone. -- William Wordsworth
Who fancied what a pretty sight This Rock would be if edged around With living Snowdrops? circlet bright! How glorious to this Orchard ground! Who loved the little Rock, and set -- William Wordsworth
Is then no nook of English ground secure
From rash assault? -- William Wordsworth
Up! up! my friend, and quit your books, Or surely you 'll grow double! Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks! Why all this toil and trouble? -- William Wordsworth
My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. -- William Wordsworth
I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams, wherever nature led. -- William Wordsworth
But the sweet face of Lucy Gray
Will never more be seen.
The storm came on before its time:
She wandered up and down;
And many a hill did Lucy climb:
But never reached the town. -- William Wordsworth
A light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove. -- William Wordsworth
The stars of midnight shall be dear
To her; and she shall lean her ear
In many a secret place
Where rivulets dance their wayward round,
And beauty born of murmuring sound
Shall pass into her face. -- William Wordsworth
A deep distress hath humanised my soul. -- William Wordsworth
The moving accident is not my trade; To freeze the blood I have no ready arts: 'Tis my delight, alone in summer shade, To pipe a simple song for thinking hearts. -- William Wordsworth
Prompt to move but firm to wait - knowing things rashly sought are rarely found. -- William Wordsworth
Faith is a passionate intuition. -- William Wordsworth
This solitary Tree! a living thing Produced too slowly ever to decay; Of form and aspect too magnificent To be destroyed. -- William Wordsworth
The best portion of a good man's life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love. -- William Wordsworth
The clouds that gather round the setting sun, Do take a sober colouring from an eye, That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality. -- William Wordsworth
A babe, by intercourse of touch I held mute dialogues with my Mother's heart. -- William Wordsworth
That kill the bloom before its time, And blanch, without the owner's crime, The most resplendent hair. -- William Wordsworth
For mightier far
Than strength of nerve or sinew, or the sway
Of magic potent over sun and star,
Is love, though oft to agony distrest,
And though his favourite be feeble woman's breast. -- William Wordsworth
One solace yet remains for us who came Into this world in days when story lacked Severe research, that in our hearts we know How, for exciting youth's heroic flame, Assent is power, belief the soul of fact. -- William Wordsworth
Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower Near the lark's nest, and in their natural hour Have passed away; less happy than the one That by the unwilling ploughshare died to prove The tender charm of poetry and love. -- William Wordsworth
The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet's dream. -- William Wordsworth
A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. -- William Wordsworth
Nature's old felicities. -- William Wordsworth
Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower,
We feel that we are greater than we know. -- William Wordsworth
Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow! -- William Wordsworth
How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land! -- William Wordsworth
We must be free or die, who speak the tongue
That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold
Which Milton held. -- William Wordsworth
To be a Prodigal's favourite,-then, worse truth, A Miser's pensioner,-behold our lot! -- William Wordsworth
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come -- William Wordsworth
Before us lay a painful road, And guidance have I sought in duteous love From Wisdom's heavenly Father. Hence hath flowed Patience, with trust that, whatsoe'er the way Each takes in this high matter, all may move Cheered with the prospect of a brighter day. -- William Wordsworth
When men change swords for ledgers, and desert
The student's bower for gold, some fears unnamed
I had, my Country
am I to be blamed? -- William Wordsworth
No motion has she now, no force; she neither hears nor sees; rolled around in earth's diurnal course, with rocks, and stones, and trees. -- William Wordsworth
Bright was the summer's noon when quickening steps
Followed each other till a dreary moor
Was crossed, a bare ridge clomb, upon whose top
Standing alone, as from a rampart's edge,
I overlooked the bed of Windermere,
Like a vast river, stretching in the sun. -- William Wordsworth
Bright flower! whose home is everywhere Bold in maternal nature's care And all the long year through the heir Of joy or sorrow, Methinks that there abides in thee Some concord with humanity, Given to no other flower I see The forest through. -- William Wordsworth
The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an angel's wing. -- William Wordsworth
One that would peep and botanize Upon his mother's grave. -- William Wordsworth
Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows That for oblivion take their daily birth From all the fuming vanities of earth. -- William Wordsworth
A primrose by the river's brim
A yellow rose was to him.
And it was nothing more -- William Wordsworth
The ocean is a mighty harmonist. -- William Wordsworth
The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love. -- William Wordsworth
The first cuckoo's melancholy cry. -- William Wordsworth
'T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower, And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind. -- William Wordsworth
Books! tis a dull and endless strife:
Come, hear the woodland linnet,
How sweet his music! on my life,
There's more of wisdom in it. -- William Wordsworth
Thou has left behind Powers that will work for thee,-air, earth, and skies! There 's not a breathing of the common wind That will forget thee; thou hast great allies; Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and man's unconquerable mind. -- William Wordsworth
Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room; And hermits are contented with their cells. -- William Wordsworth
That to this mountain-daisy's self were known The beauty of its star-shaped shadow, thrown On the smooth surface of this naked stone! -- William Wordsworth
Sweet Mercy! to the gates of heaven This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven; The rueful conflict, the heart riven With vain endeavour, And memory of Earth's bitter leaven Effaced forever. -- William Wordsworth
Every gift of noble origin Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath. -- William Wordsworth
And through the heat of conflict keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw. -- William Wordsworth
The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on a dim and perilous way! -- William Wordsworth
Habit rules the unreflecting herd. -- William Wordsworth
The monumental pomp of age Was with this goodly personage; A stature undepressed in size, Unbent, which rather seemed to rise In open victory o'er the weight Of seventy years, to loftier height. -- William Wordsworth
The Rainbow comes and goes,
And lovely is the Rose. -- William Wordsworth
Long as there's a sun that sets, Primroses will have their glory; Long as there are violets, They will have a place in story: There's a flower that shall be mine, 'Tis the little Celandine. -- William Wordsworth
Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfold The likeness of whate'er on land is seen. -- William Wordsworth
Turning, for them who pass, the common dust Of servile opportunity to gold. -- William Wordsworth
The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun. -- William Wordsworth
One in whom persuasion and belief
Had ripened into faith, and faith become
A passionate intuition. -- William Wordsworth
Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives. -- William Wordsworth
Where are your books? - that light bequeathed
To beings else forlorn and blind!
Up! up! and drink the spirit breathed
From dead men to their kind. -- William Wordsworth
Ere we had reach'd the wish'd-for place, night fell: We were too late at least by one dark hour, -- William Wordsworth
Wisdom married to immortal verse. -- William Wordsworth
And mighty poets in their misery dead. -- William Wordsworth
My brain
Worked with a dim and undetermined sense
Of unknown modes of being; o'er my thoughts
There hung a darkness, call it solitude
Or blank desertion. -- William Wordsworth
The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me,-her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears. -- William Wordsworth
The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart. -- William Wordsworth
Stranger! henceforth be warned; and know that pride,
Howe'er disguised in its own majesty,
Is littleness; that he, who feels contempt
For any living thing, hath faculties
Which he has never used; that thought with him
Is in its infancy ... -- William Wordsworth
Of friends, however humble, scorn not one. -- William Wordsworth
O joy! that in our embers
Is something that doth live. -- William Wordsworth
One interior life in which all beings live with God, themselves are God, existing in the mighty whole, indistinguishable as the cloudless east is from the cloudless west, when all the hemisphere is one cerulean blue. -- William Wordsworth
We murder to dissect. -- William Wordsworth
I'm not talking about a "show me other walls of this thing" button, I mean a "stumble" button for wallbase. -- William Wordsworth
The education of circumstances is superior to that of tuition. -- William Wordsworth
The sightless Milton, with his hair Around his placid temples curled; And Shakespeare at his side,-a freight, If clay could think and mind were weight, For him who bore the world! -- William Wordsworth
Careless of books, yet having felt the power
Of Nature, by the gentle agency
Of natural objects, led me on to feel
For passions that were not my own, and think
(At random and imperfectly indeed)
On man, the heart of man, and human life. -- William Wordsworth
O dearer far than light and life are dear. -- William Wordsworth
Pleasures newly found are sweet When they lie about our feet. -- William Wordsworth
And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food. -- William Wordsworth
Success consists of getting up just one more time than you fall. -- William Wordsworth
A great poet ought to a certain degree to rectify men's feelings ... to render their feelings more sane, pure and permanent, in short, more consonant to Nature. -- William Wordsworth
One impulse from a vernal wood -- William Wordsworth
The child is father of the man -- William Wordsworth
And I am happy when I sing. -- William Wordsworth
Go to the poets, they will speak to thee
More perfectly of purer creatures
-- William Wordsworth
My gentle Reader, I perceive / How patiently you've waited, / And now I fear that you expect / Some tale will be related. / O Reader! had you in your mind / Such stores as silent thought can bring, / O gentle Reader! you would find / A tale in every thing. -- William Wordsworth
But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave. -- William Wordsworth
My apprehension comes in crowds, I dread the rustling of the grass, The very shadows of the clouds, Have power to shake me as they pass, I question things and do not find, one that will answer to my mind, And all the world appears unkind. -- William Wordsworth
Come, blessed barrier between day and day,
Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health! -- William Wordsworth
Either still I find Some imperfection in the chosen theme, Or see of absolute accomplishment Much wanting, so much wanting, in myself, That I recoil and droop, and seek repose In listlessness from vain perplexity, Unprofitably travelling towards the grave. -- William Wordsworth
Look at the fate of summer flowers, which blow at daybreak, droop ere even-song. -- William Wordsworth
When from our better selves we have too long
Been parted by the hurrying world, and droop,
Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired,
How gracious, how benign, is Solitude -- William Wordsworth
Primroses, the Spring may love them; Summer knows but little of them. -- William Wordsworth
Tis not in battles that from youth we train The Governor who must be wise and good, And temper with the sternness of the brain Thoughts motherly, and meek as womanhood. -- William Wordsworth
Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark. -- William Wordsworth
True dignity abides with him alone Who, in the silent hour of inward thought, Can still suspect, and still revere himself, In lowliness of heart. -- William Wordsworth
All that we behold is full of blessings. -- William Wordsworth
A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable. -- William Wordsworth
My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; -- William Wordsworth
The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky! -- William Wordsworth
Rest and be thankful. -- William Wordsworth
"What is good for a bootless bene?" With these dark words begins my tale; And their meaning is, Whence can comfort spring When prayer is of no avail? -- William Wordsworth
I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused, whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, and the round ocean, and the living air, and the blue sky, and in the mind of man ... -- William Wordsworth
We have within ourselves Enough to fill the present day with joy, And overspread the future years with hope. -- William Wordsworth
By all means sometimes be alone; salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear; dare to look in thy chest; and tumble up and down what thou findest there. -- William Wordsworth
Sweetest melodies.Are those that are by distance made more sweet. -- William Wordsworth
For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity. -- William Wordsworth
In sleep I heard the northern gleams;
The stars they were among my dreams;
In sleep did I behold the skies -- William Wordsworth
By happy chance we saw A twofold image: on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Another and the same! -- William Wordsworth
What are fears but voices airy?
Whispering harm where harm is not.
And deluding the unwary
Till the fatal bolt is shot! -- William Wordsworth
Our meddling intellect Misshapes the beauteous forms of things We murder to dissect -- William Wordsworth
Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice; The confidence of reason give, And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live! -- William Wordsworth
Not without hope we suffer and we mourn. -- William Wordsworth
At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day. -- William Wordsworth
There is creation in the eye. -- William Wordsworth
The memory of the just survives in Heaven. -- William Wordsworth
If living sympathy be theirs
And leaves and airs,
The piping
breeze and dancing tree
Are all alive and glad as we:
Whether this be
truth or no
I cannot tell, I do not know;
Nay
whether now I reason
well,
I do not know, I cannot tell. -- William Wordsworth
Science appears but what in truth she is, Not as our glory and our absolute boast, But as a succedaneum, and a prop To our infirmity. -- William Wordsworth
Not Chaos, not the darkest pit of lowest Erebus, nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out by help of dreams - can breed such fear and awe as fall upon us often when we look into our Minds, into the Mind of Man. -- William Wordsworth
Miss not the occasion; by the forelock take that subtle power, the never-halting time. -- William Wordsworth
Scorn not the sonnet. Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart. -- William Wordsworth
Still glides the stream
and shall forever glide
its form remains its function never dies
while we the brave and the mighty and the wise
we men who in our youth defied the elements
must vanish-
be it so -- William Wordsworth
Take the sweet poetry of life away, and what remains behind? -- William Wordsworth
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. -- William Wordsworth
A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free. -- William Wordsworth
to be incapable of a feeling of poetry, in my sense of the word, is to be without love of human nature -- William Wordsworth
For by superior energies; more strict affiance in each other; faith more firm in their unhallowed principles, the bad have fairly earned a victory over the weak, the vacillating, inconsistent good. -- William Wordsworth
I had melancholy thoughts...
a strangeness in my mind,
A feeling that I was not for that hour,
Nor for that place. -- William Wordsworth
The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift, That no philosophy can lift. -- William Wordsworth
Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy. -- William Wordsworth
A genial hearth, a hospitable board, and a refined rusticity. -- William Wordsworth
The primal duties shine aloft, like stars;
The charities that soothe, and heal, and bless,
Are scattered at the feet of Man, like flowers. -- William Wordsworth
Earth helped him with the cry of blood. -- William Wordsworth
With little here to do or see Of things that in the great world be, Sweet Daisy! oft I talk to thee For thou art worthy, Thou unassuming commonplace Of Nature, with that homely face, And yet with something of a grace Which love makes for thee! -- William Wordsworth
Death is the quiet haven of us all. -- William Wordsworth
The Primrose for a veil had spread The largest of her upright leaves; And thus for purposes benign, A simple flower deceives. -- William Wordsworth
Ah, what a warning for a thoughtless man, Could field or grove, could any spot of earth, Show to his eye an image of the pangs Which it hath witnessed,-render back an echo Of the sad steps by which it hath been trod! -- William Wordsworth
I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through -- William Wordsworth
And yet the wiser mind
Mourns less for what age takes away
Than what it leaves behind. -- William Wordsworth
But how can he expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all? -- William Wordsworth
Free as a bird to settle where I will. -- William Wordsworth
Therefore am I still a lover of the meadows and the woods, and mountains; and of all that we behold from this green earth. -- William Wordsworth
The gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul. -- William Wordsworth
And when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet; whence he blew Soul-animating strains,-alas! too few. -- William Wordsworth
Ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance. -- William Wordsworth
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. -- William Wordsworth
I've watched you now a full half-hour; Self-poised upon that yellow flower And, little Butterfly! Indeed I know not if you sleep or feed. How motionless! - not frozen seas More motionless! and then What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees, And calls you forth again! -- William Wordsworth
Poetry is the outcome of emotions recollected in tranquility. -- William Wordsworth
I cannot paint what then I was. -- William Wordsworth
One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can. -- William Wordsworth
Chains tie us down by land and sea; And wishes, vain as mine, may be All that is left to comfort thee. -- William Wordsworth
She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; And humble cares, and delicate fears; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears; And love and thought and joy. -- William Wordsworth
Departing summer hath assumed
An aspect tenderly illumed,
The gentlest look of spring;
That calls from yonder leafy shade
Unfaded, yet prepared to fade,
A timely carolling. -- William Wordsworth
Hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue. -- William Wordsworth
Spires whose "silent finger points to heaven." -- William Wordsworth
And what if thou, sweet May, hast known
Mishap by worm and blight;
If expectations newly blown
Have perished in thy sight;
If loves and joys, while up they sprung,
Were caught as in a snare;
Such is the lot of all the young,
However bright and fair. -- William Wordsworth
Brothers all In honour, as in one community, Scholars and gentlemen. -- William Wordsworth
A brotherhood of venerable trees. -- William Wordsworth
[ ... ]the stately and slow-moving Turk,
With freight of slippers piled beneath his arm. -- William Wordsworth
His love was like the liberal air, embracing all, to cheer and bless. -- William Wordsworth
Society has parted man from man, neglectful of the universal heart. -- William Wordsworth
Action is transitory, a step, a blow,
The motion of a muscle, this way or that,
'Tis done
And in the after-vacancy,
We wonder at ourselves, like men betrayed. -- William Wordsworth
The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket. -- William Wordsworth
Of all that is most beauteous, imaged there In happier beauty; more pellucid streams, An ampler ether, a diviner air, And fields invested with purpureal gleams. -- William Wordsworth
A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light -- William Wordsworth
He murmurs near the running brooks A music sweeter than their own. -- William Wordsworth
The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, An appetite; a feeling and a love that had no need of a remoter charm by thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye. -- William Wordsworth
Elysian beauty, melancholy grace, Brought from a pensive though a happy place. -- William Wordsworth
Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
-William Wordsworth(Tintern Abbey) -- William Wordsworth
Before me begging did she stand, Pouring out sorrows like a sea; Grief after grief: - on English Land Such woes I knew could never be; And yet a boon I gave her; for the Creature Was beautiful to see; a Weed of glorious feature! -- William Wordsworth
Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade Of that which once was great is passed away. -- William Wordsworth
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free,
The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration. -- William Wordsworth
Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face. -- William Wordsworth
Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive
But to be young was very heaven. -- William Wordsworth
How does the meadow-flower its bloom
unfold?
Because the lovely little flower is free
Down to its root, and in that freedom
bold. -- William Wordsworth
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and its fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. -- William Wordsworth
This City now doth like a garment wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie
Open unto the fields and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. -- William Wordsworth
The tears into his eyes were brought, And thanks and praises seemed to run So fast out of his heart, I thought They never would have done. -I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning. -- William Wordsworth
But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine. -- William Wordsworth
Worse than idle is compassion if it ends in tears and sighs. -- William Wordsworth
Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more. -- William Wordsworth
The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth. -- William Wordsworth
And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine
A being breathing thoughtful breath
A traveler betwixt life and death
The reason firm the temperate will
Endurance Foresight Strength and skill -- William Wordsworth
A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death? -- William Wordsworth
Books are yours,
Within whose silent chambers treasure lies
Preserved from age to age; more precious far
Than that accumulated store of gold
And orient gems, which, for a day of need,
The Sultan hides deep in ancestral tombs.
These hoards of truth you can unlock at will: -- William Wordsworth
Me this uncharted freedom tires; I feel the weight of chance desires, My hopes no more must change their name, I long for a repose that ever is the same. -- William Wordsworth
Choice word and measured phrase above the reach Of ordinary men. -- William Wordsworth
To character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together ... humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self. -- William Wordsworth
Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence. -- William Wordsworth
The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink I heard a voice it said Drink, pretty creature, drink' -- William Wordsworth
Nor will I then thy modest grace forget, Chaste Snow-drop, venturous harbinger of Spring, And pensive monitor of fleeting years! -- William Wordsworth
The world is too much with us. -- William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host of golden daffodils
Beside the lake beneath the trees
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. -- William Wordsworth
Sad fancies do we then affect, In luxury of disrespect To our own prodigal excess Of too familiar happiness. -- William Wordsworth
I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds
With coldness still returning;
Alas! the gratitude of men
Has oftener left me mourning. -- William Wordsworth
But thou art with us, with us in the past,
The present, with us in the times to come.
There is no grief, no sorrow, no despair,
No languor, no dejection, no dismay,
No absence scarcely can there be, for those
Who love as we do. Speed thee well! -- William Wordsworth
Oh for a single hour of that Dundee Who on that day the word of onset gave! -- William Wordsworth
Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood. -- William Wordsworth
The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast. -- William Wordsworth
While all the future, for thy purer soul,
With "sober certainties" of love is blest. -- William Wordsworth
What know we of the Blest above but that they sing, and that they love? -- William Wordsworth
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility. -- William Wordsworth
We not only wish to be pleased, but to be pleased in that particular
way in which we have been accustomed to be pleased. -- William Wordsworth
Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least. -- William Wordsworth
And in thy voice I catch the language of my former heart, and read my former pleasures in the shooting lights of thy wild eyes. -- William Wordsworth
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard ... Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. -- William Wordsworth
Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them. -- William Wordsworth
Father! - to God himself we cannot give a holier name. -- William Wordsworth
Minds that have nothing to confer Find little to perceive. -- William Wordsworth
Therefore, let the moon shine on thee in thy solitary walk; And let the misty-mountain winds be free to blow against thee. -- William Wordsworth
Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream? -- William Wordsworth
What though the radiance that was once so bright, be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind. -- William Wordsworth
Oh, blank confusion! true epitome Of what the mighty City is herself, To thousands upon thousands of her sons, Living amid the same perpetual whirl Of trivial objects, melted and reduced To one identity. -- William Wordsworth
We bow our heads before Thee, and we laud, And magnify thy name Almighty God! But man is thy most awful instrument, In working out a pure intent. -- William Wordsworth
Come forth, and bring with you a heart
That watches and receives. -- William Wordsworth
My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch
The language of my former heart, and read
My former pleasures in the shooting lights
Of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while
May I behold in thee what I was once ... -- William Wordsworth
One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue. -- William Wordsworth
Since thy return, through days and weeks
Of hope that grew by stealth,
How many wan and faded cheeks
Have kindled into health!
The Old, by thee revived, have said,
'Another year is ours;'
And wayworn Wanderers, poorly fed,
Have smiled upon thy flowers. -- William Wordsworth
Hope smiled when your nativity was cast,
Children of Summer! -- William Wordsworth
Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, Nor thought of tender happiness betray. -- William Wordsworth
In that sweet mood when pleasure loves to pay
Tribute to ease; and, of its joy secure,
The heart luxuriates with indifferent things,
Wasting its kindliness on stocks and stones,
And on the vacant air. -- William Wordsworth
Wisdom sits with children round her knees. -- William Wordsworth
Neither evil tongues, rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all the dreary intercourse of daily life, shall ever prevail against us. -- William Wordsworth
we should see the earth Unthwarted in her wish to recompense The industrious, -- William Wordsworth
Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were trouble to my dreams. -- William Wordsworth
Oft in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life. -- William Wordsworth
Like an army defeated the snow hath retreated. -- William Wordsworth
Our meddlesome intellect misshapen the beauteous form of things. -- William Wordsworth
So that almost a doubt within me springs Of Providence, such emptiness at length Seems at the heart of all things. But, great God! I measure back the steps which I have trod, -- William Wordsworth
What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars. -- William Wordsworth
O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice? -- William Wordsworth
And when the stream Which overflowed the soul was passed away, A consciousness remained that it had left Deposited upon the silent shore Of memory images and precious thoughts That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed. -- William Wordsworth
Friend is the one who showes the way and walks a piece of road with us -- William Wordsworth
Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made. -- William Wordsworth
How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart. -- William Wordsworth
We live by Admiration, Hope, and Love;
And, even as these are well and wisely fixed,
In dignity of being we ascend. -- William Wordsworth
But He is risen, a later star of dawn. -- William Wordsworth
And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love. -- William Wordsworth
I should dread to disfigure the beautiful ideal of the memories of illustrious persons with incongruous features, and to sully the imaginative purity of classical works with gross and trivial recollections. -- William Wordsworth
Fiction; inner thoughts of Elisha
True beauty dwells in deep retreats,
Whose veil is unremoved
Till heart with heart in concord beats,
And the lover is beloved. -- William Wordsworth
The truth is easier when you leavin' it out.
Like when you "5 minutes away" but you're just leavin your house? -- William Wordsworth
Since every mortal power of Coleridge Was frozen at its marvellous source, The rapt one, of the godlike forehead, The heaven-eyed creature sleeps in earth: And Lamb, the frolic and the gentle, Has vanished from his lonely hearth. -- William Wordsworth
The child is the father of the man. -- William Wordsworth
Knowing that Nature never did betray the heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, through all the years of this our life, to lead from joy to joy. -- William Wordsworth
Books are the best type of the influence of the past. -- William Wordsworth
That mighty orb of song, The divine Milton. -- William Wordsworth
If thou art beautiful, and youth and thought endue thee with all truth-be strong;
be worthy of the grace of God. -- William Wordsworth
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns. -- William Wordsworth
A cheerful life is what the Muses love, A soaring spirit is their prime delight. -- William Wordsworth
The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart. -- William Wordsworth
As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low. -- William Wordsworth
The child is father of the man:
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety. -- William Wordsworth
I, methought, while the sweet breath of heaven Was blowing on my body, felt within A correspondent breeze, that gently moved With quickening virtue, but is now become A tempest, a redundant energy, Vexing its own creation. -- William Wordsworth
All men feel a habitual gratitude, and something of an honorable bigotry, for the objects which have long continued to please them. -- William Wordsworth
Hence, in a season of calm weather
Though inland far we be,
Our souls have sight of that immortal sea -- William Wordsworth
Poetry has never brought me in enough money to buy shoestrings. -- William Wordsworth
Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground? -- William Wordsworth
Those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things,
Fallings from us, vanishings;
Blank misgivings of a Creature
Moving about in worlds not realised,
High instincts before which our mortal Nature
Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised -- William Wordsworth
The wealthiest man among us is the best -- William Wordsworth
Look for the stars, you'll say that there are none; / Look up a second time, and, one by one, / You mark them twinkling out with silvery light, / And wonder how they could elude the sight! -- William Wordsworth
One Lesson, Shepherd, let us two divide,
Taught both by what she shews, and what conceals,
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride
With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels. -- William Wordsworth
In truth the prison unto which we doom ourselves no prison is -- William Wordsworth
His high endeavours are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright. -- William Wordsworth
Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance. -- William Wordsworth
Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride. -- William Wordsworth
He who feels contempt for any living thing hath faculties that he hath never used, and thought with him is in its infancy. -- William Wordsworth
Wisdom and Spirit of the universe! Thou soul, that art the eternity of thought, And giv'st to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion. -- William Wordsworth
Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, Let them live upon their praises. -- William Wordsworth
Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm. -- William Wordsworth
But trailing clouds of glory do we come from God, who is our home. -- William Wordsworth
I travelled among unknown men
in lands beyond the sea ... -- William Wordsworth
Babylon, Learned and wise, hath perished utterly, Nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh That would lament her. -- William Wordsworth
It is the 1st mild day of March. Each minute sweeter than before ... there is a blessing in the air. -- William Wordsworth
Oft on the dappled turf at ease I sit, and play with similes, Loose type of things through all degrees. -- William Wordsworth
The mightiest lever known to the world: imagination. -- William Wordsworth
The Eagle, he was lord above -- William Wordsworth
One moment now may give us more
Than fifty years of reason;
Our minds shall drink at every pore
The spirit of the season. -- William Wordsworth
One of those heavenly days that cannot die. -- William Wordsworth
Society became my glittering bride, And airy hopes my children. -- William Wordsworth
Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore of nicely-caluculated less or more. -- William Wordsworth
Will no one tell me what she sings? Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things
And battles long ago. -- William Wordsworth
The thought of death sits easy on the man Who has been born and dies among the mountains. -- William Wordsworth
The unconquerable pang of despised love. -- William Wordsworth
With battlements that on their restless fronts Bore stars. -- William Wordsworth
But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things. -- William Wordsworth
I look for ghosts; but none will force Their way to me. 'Tis falsely said That there was ever intercourse Between the living and the dead. -- William Wordsworth
Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind
But how could I forget thee? -- William Wordsworth
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be ... -- William Wordsworth
For all things are less dreadful than they seem. -- William Wordsworth
To be young was very heaven! -- William Wordsworth
May books and nature be their early joy! -- William Wordsworth
Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there. -- William Wordsworth
Nor less I deem that there are Powers
Which of themselves our minds impress;
That we can feed this mind of ours
In a wise passiveness -- William Wordsworth
Poetry is the image of man and nature -- William Wordsworth
Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness. -- William Wordsworth
And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy because We have been glad of yore. -- William Wordsworth
Poetry is most just to its divine origin, when it administers the comforts and breathes the thoughts of religion. -- William Wordsworth
Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find. -- William Wordsworth
The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells. -- William Wordsworth
getting and spending, we lay waste our powers ~ but like lemmings running headlong to the sea, we are oblivious. -- William Wordsworth
Rapt into still communion that transcends The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him; it was blessedness and love! -- William Wordsworth
How is it that you live, and what is it you do? -- William Wordsworth
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark,
And has the nature of infinity. -- William Wordsworth
Love betters what is best -- William Wordsworth
For nature then to me was all in all. -- William Wordsworth
Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present, to live better in the future. -- William Wordsworth
Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows Like harmony in music; there is a dark Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles Discordant elements, makes them cling together In one society. -- William Wordsworth
These hoards of wealth you can unlock at will. -- William Wordsworth
The softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth: Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes, She scans the future with the eye of gods. -- William Wordsworth
We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, When such are wanted. -- William Wordsworth
Those old credulities, to Nature dear, Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock Of history? -- William Wordsworth
Let Nature be your teacher -- William Wordsworth
There is One great society alone on earth: The noble living and the noble dead. -- William Wordsworth
Who, doomed to go in company with Pain And Fear and Bloodshed,-miserable train!- Turns his necessity to glorious gain. -- William Wordsworth
Stop thinking for once in your life! -- William Wordsworth
Said I, "Not half an hour ago Your Mother has had alms of mine. -- William Wordsworth
The Poet, gentle creature as he is, Hath, like the Lover, his unruly times; His fits when he is neither sick nor well, Though no distress be near him but his own Unmanageable thoughts. -- William Wordsworth
The Mind of Man
My haunt, and the main region of my song. -- William Wordsworth
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. -- William Wordsworth
Wisdom is oft-times nearer when we stoop
Than when we soar. -- William Wordsworth
A poet does not see or hear or feel things that others do not see or hear or feel. What makes a person a poet is the ability to recall what she has felt and seen and heard. And to relive it and describe it in such a way that others can then see and feel and hear again what they may have missed. -- William Wordsworth
Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be. -- William Wordsworth
The silence that is in the starry sky, / The sleep that is among the lonely hills. -- William Wordsworth
Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher. -- William Wordsworth
Small service is true service, while it lasts. -- William Wordsworth
There is a luxury in self-dispraise; And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast. -- William Wordsworth
The very flowers are sacred to the poor. -- William Wordsworth
Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledge -- William Wordsworth
Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there, one of a mighty multitude whose way and motion is a harmony and dance magnificent. -- William Wordsworth
Like thoughts whose very sweetness yielded proof that they were born for immortality. -- William Wordsworth
Alas! how little can a moment show Of an eye where feeling plays In ten thousand dewy rays: A face o'er which a thousand shadows go! -- William Wordsworth
The wind, a sightless laborer, whistles at his task. -- William Wordsworth
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her. -- William Wordsworth
Provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke. -- William Wordsworth
That blessed mood in which the burthen of the mystery, in which the heavy and the weary weight of all this unintelligible world is lightened. -- William Wordsworth
Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home. -- William Wordsworth
A power is passing from the earth. -- William Wordsworth
These words were utter'd in a pensive mood, Even while mine eyes were on that solemn sight: -- William Wordsworth
Recognizes ever and anon The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul. -- William Wordsworth
Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge - it is as immortal as the heart of man. -- William Wordsworth
For all good poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings... -- William Wordsworth
But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for humankind, Is happy as a lover. -- William Wordsworth
To begin, begin. -- William Wordsworth
The child shall become father to the man. -- William Wordsworth
A Briton even in love should be A subject, not a slave! -- William Wordsworth
Great is the glory, for the strife is hard! -- William Wordsworth
But who shall parcel out His intellect by geometric rules, Split like a province into round and square? -- William Wordsworth
I'll teach my boy the sweetest things;
I'll teach him how the owlet sings. -- William Wordsworth
But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation. -- William Wordsworth
The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs. -- William Wordsworth
Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream. -- William Wordsworth
The homely beauty of the good old cause
Is gone -- William Wordsworth
Because the good old rule Sufficeth them,-the simple plan, That they should take who have the power, And they should keep who can. -- William Wordsworth
The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly. -- William Wordsworth
But who would force the soul tilts with a straw Against a champion cased in adamant -- William Wordsworth
When his veering gait And every motion of his starry train Seem governed by a strain Of music, audible to him alone. -- William Wordsworth
And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. -- William Wordsworth
With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things. -- William Wordsworth
On Man, on Nature, and on Human Life,
Musing is solitude -- William Wordsworth
In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard seat And birds and flowers once more to greet ... -- William Wordsworth
The childhood of today is the manhood of tomorrow -- William Wordsworth
Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged. -- William Wordsworth
Feeling comes in aid
Of feeling, and diversity of strength
Attends us, if but once we have been strong. -- William Wordsworth
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 -- William Wordsworth
A lawyer art thou? Draw not nigh! Go, carry to some fitter place The keenness of that practised eye, The hardness of that sallow face. -- William Wordsworth
Everything is tedious when one does not read with the feeling of the Author. -- William Wordsworth
could have laugh'd myself to scorn, to find In that decrepit Man so firm a mind. -- William Wordsworth
There is a comfort in the strength of love; 'Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart. -- William Wordsworth
And we shall find
A pleasure in the dimness of the stars. -- William Wordsworth
And I was taught to feel, perhaps too much,
The self-sufficing power of solitude. -- William Wordsworth
What we need is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out. -- William Wordsworth
Two voices are there; one is of the sea, One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice. -- William Wordsworth
The child is the father of man. -- William Wordsworth
MILTON! thou shouldst be living at this hour:
England hath need of thee: she is a fen -- William Wordsworth
The budding rose above the rose full blown. -- William Wordsworth
And he is oft the wisest manWho is not wise at all. -- William Wordsworth
The hope Of active days urged on by flying hours, - -- William Wordsworth
Earth has not anything to show more fair. -- William Wordsworth
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain That has been, and may be again. -- William Wordsworth
Faith is, necessary to explain anything, and to reconcile the foreknowledge of God with human evil. -- William Wordsworth
Great God! I'd rather be a Pagan.... -- William Wordsworth
What we have loved
Others will love
And we will teach them how. -- William Wordsworth
From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed. -- William Wordsworth
For youthful faults ripe virtues shall atone. -- William Wordsworth
Dreams, books, are each a world. -- William Wordsworth
We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness. -- William Wordsworth
[Mathematics] is an independent world created out of pure intelligence. -- William Wordsworth
Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils. -- William Wordsworth
Truth takes no account of centuries. -- William Wordsworth
As in the eye of Nature he has lived, So in the eye of Nature let him die! -- William Wordsworth
Every great and original writer, in proportion as he is great and original, must himself create the taste by which he is to be relished. -- William Wordsworth
Heaven lies about us in our infancy. -- William Wordsworth
Milton, in his hand
The thing became a trumpet -- William Wordsworth
Truths that wake
To perish never -- William Wordsworth
Great men have been among us; hands that penn'd
And tongues that utter'd wisdom
better none -- William Wordsworth
The streams with softest sound are flowing, The grass you almost hear it growing, You hear it now, if e'er you can. -- William Wordsworth
Sweet childish days, that were as long, As twenty days are now. -- William Wordsworth
Oh, be wise, Thou!
Instructed that true knowledge leads to love. -- William Wordsworth
The good die first. -- William Wordsworth
A deep distress has humanised my soul. -- William Wordsworth
She died, and left to me
This heath, this calm and quiet scene,
The memory of what has been,
And never more will be. -- William Wordsworth
Yet sometimes, when the secret cup Of still and serious thought went round, It seemed as if he drank it up, He felt with spirit so profound. -- William Wordsworth
Delivered from the galling yoke of time. -- William Wordsworth
Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares!- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays. -- William Wordsworth
The best of what we do and are, Just God, forgive! -- William Wordsworth
The weight of sadness was in wonder lost. -- William Wordsworth
Not in Utopia,
subterranean fields,
Or some secreted island, Heaven knows whereBut in the very world, which is the worldOf all of us,
the place where in the endWe find our happiness, or not at all -- William Wordsworth
In heaven above, And earth below, they best can serve true gladness Who meet most feelingly the calls of sadness. -- William Wordsworth
And the most difficult of tasks to keep Heights which the soul is competent to gain. -- William Wordsworth
Cheap matter offered they to boyish wit, -- William Wordsworth
...whom I have loved
With such communion, that no place on earth
Can ever be a solitude to me -- William Wordsworth
The vision and the faculty divine; Yet wanting the accomplishment of verse. -- William Wordsworth
To the solid ground Of Nature trusts the mind which builds for aye. -- William Wordsworth
Wisdom and spirit of the Universe! -- William Wordsworth
The Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society. -- William Wordsworth
The power of any art is limited -- William Wordsworth
Burn all the statutes and their shelves: They stir us up against our kind; And worse, against ourselves. -- William Wordsworth
The heavy weight of many a weary day Not mine, and such as were not made for me. -- William Wordsworth
Duty were our games. -- William Wordsworth
Far from the world I walk, and from all care. -- William Wordsworth
The things which I have seen I now can see no more. -- William Wordsworth
But to a higher mark than song can reach,
Rose this pure eloquence. -- William Wordsworth
The mysteries that cups of flowers infold
And all the gorgeous sights which fairies do behold. -- William Wordsworth
Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart. -- William Wordsworth
A youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven. -- William Wordsworth
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. -- William Wordsworth