Love Quotes by William Wordsworth

Let Nature be your teacher

— William Wordsworth

Stop thinking for once in your life!

— William Wordsworth

The memory of the just survives in Heaven.

— William Wordsworth

Truths that wake To perish never

— William Wordsworth

Monastic brotherhood, upon rock Aerial.

— William Wordsworth

The unconquerable pang of despised love.

— William Wordsworth

Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!

— William Wordsworth

Plain living and high thinking are no more.

— William Wordsworth

And he is oft the wisest manWho is not wise at all.

— William Wordsworth

Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, Let them live upon their praises.

— William Wordsworth

A genial hearth, a hospitable board, and a refined rusticity.

— William Wordsworth

Primroses, the Spring may love them; Summer knows but little of them.

— William Wordsworth

But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things.

— William Wordsworth

Everything is tedious when one does not read with the feeling of the Author.

— William Wordsworth

His love was like the liberal air, embracing all, to cheer and bless.

— William Wordsworth

What we have loved Others will love And we will teach them how.

— William Wordsworth

Burn all the statutes and their shelves: They stir us up against our kind; And worse, against ourselves.

— William Wordsworth

She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; And humble cares, and delicate fears; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears; And…

— William Wordsworth

“There is a comfort in the strength of love; 'Twill make a thing endurable, which else Would overset the brain, or break…

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!

— William Wordsworth

She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few…

— William Wordsworth

But how can he expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for…

— William Wordsworth

Fiction; inner thoughts of Elisha True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Whose veil is unremoved Till heart with heart in concord beats,…

— William Wordsworth

In that sweet mood when pleasure loves to pay Tribute to ease; and, of its joy secure, The heart luxuriates with indifferent…

— 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…

— William Wordsworth

He loves not well whose love is bold! I would not have thee come too nigh. The sun's gold would not seem…

— William Wordsworth

I am already kindly disposed towards you. My friendship it is not in my power to give: this is a gift which…

— 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…

— William Wordsworth

In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind,…

— William Wordsworth

Enough, if something from our hands have power To live, and act, and serve the future hour; And if, as toward the…

— William Wordsworth

The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, An appetite; a…

— William Wordsworth

“ She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there…

— William Wordsworth

It may be safely affirmed that there neither is, nor can be, any essential difference between the language of prose and metrical…

— William Wordsworth

“Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind I turned to share the transport—Oh! with whom But thee, deep buried in the silent tomb,…

— William Wordsworth

We live by admiration, hope and love.

— William Wordsworth

A brotherhood of venerable trees.

— William Wordsworth

And mighty poets in their misery dead.

— William Wordsworth

But He is risen, a later star of dawn.

— William Wordsworth

Death is the quiet haven of us all.

— William Wordsworth