Gardening 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

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

— 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

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

— William Wordsworth

Laying out grounds may be considered a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting.

— 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

Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower, We will grieve not, rather…

— William Wordsworth

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

— 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

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

— 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

“Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and its fears, To me the meanest…

— 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

“Splendour in the Grass What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though…

— 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