Flower Quotes by William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

The very flowers are sacred to the poor.

— William Wordsworth

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

— William Wordsworth

one daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.

— William Wordsworth

Stern Winter loves a dirge-like sound.

— William Wordsworth

The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose.

— William Wordsworth

A brotherhood of venerable trees.

— William Wordsworth

The budding rose above the rose full blown.

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In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard seat And birds and flowers once more to greet. . . .

— 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

Ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

The mysteries that cups of flowers infold And all the gorgeous sights which fairies do behold.

— William Wordsworth

A Primrose by a river's brim A yellow primrose was to him And it was something more.

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

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To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

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

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“What though the radiance that was once so bright, be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the…

— 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,…

— William Wordsworth

Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air…

— William Wordsworth

Since thy return, through days and weeks Of hope that grew by stealth, How many wan and faded cheeks Have kindled into…

— 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

Long as there's a sun that sets, Primroses will have their glory; Long as there are violets, They will have a place…

— 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

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

— 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…

— William Wordsworth

Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed Their snow-white blossoms on my head, With brightest sunshine round me spread Of spring's unclouded weather,…

— 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…

— 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…

— William Wordsworth

Like an army defeated The snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill; The Ploughboy…

— 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

Look at the fate of summer flowers, which blow at daybreak, droop ere even-song.

— 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

How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that…

— William Wordsworth

That kill the bloom before its time, And blanch, without the owner's crime, The most resplendent hair.

— William Wordsworth

A primrose by the river's brim A yellow rose was to him. And it was nothing more

— William Wordsworth

Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower.

— William Wordsworth

The softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth: Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes, She scans the future with the…

— William Wordsworth

The primal duties shine aloft, like stars; The charities that soothe, and heal, and bless, Are scattered at the feet of Man,…

— William Wordsworth

Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretch'd in never-ending line Along the margin of a…

— William Wordsworth