Nature Quotes by William Wordsworth

Let Nature be your teacher

— William Wordsworth

"One impulse from a vernal wood

— William Wordsworth

A power is passing from the earth.

— William Wordsworth

May books and nature be their early joy!

— William Wordsworth

Nature's old felicities.

— William Wordsworth

For nature then to me was all in all.

— William Wordsworth

To the solid ground Of nature trusts the Mind that builds for aye.

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

There is One great society alone on earth: The noble living and the noble dead.

— William Wordsworth

Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.

— William Wordsworth

Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.

— William Wordsworth

On Man, on Nature, and on Human Life, Musing is solitude

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

'Tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes!

— William Wordsworth

Knowledge and increase of enduring joy From the great Nature that exists in works Of mighty Poets.

— William Wordsworth

Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and…

— 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

Therefore am I still a lover of the meadows and the woods, and mountains; and of all that we behold from this…

— William Wordsworth

One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages…

— William Wordsworth

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

— 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

For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad…

— 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

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

Bright flower! whose home is everywhere Bold in maternal nature's care And all the long year through the heir Of joy or…

— 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…

— William Wordsworth

“There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial…

— William Wordsworth

A soul so pitiably forlorn, If such do on this earth abide, May season apathy with scorn, May turn indifference to pride;…

— William Wordsworth

Ah, what a warning for a thoughtless man, Could field or grove, could any spot of earth, Show to his eye an…

— William Wordsworth

“The sky is low, the clouds are mean, A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if…

— William Wordsworth

“Lines Written In Early Spring I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood…

— William Wordsworth

“There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial…

— William Wordsworth

I would stand, If the night blackened with a coming storm, Beneath some rock, listening to notes that are The ghostly language…

— William Wordsworth

“The knowledge both of the Poet and the Man of science is pleasure; but the knowledge of the one cleaves to us…

— William Wordsworth

“The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers; Little we see in…

— William Wordsworth

. . .this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 't is her privilege, Through…

— William Wordsworth

Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trails its wreath; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air…

— William Wordsworth

“What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back…

— William Wordsworth

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.

— William Wordsworth

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.

— William Wordsworth