Men Quotes by William Wordsworth

Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel To self-reproach.

— William Wordsworth

The wealthiest man among us is the best

— William Wordsworth

The child shall become father to the man.

— William Wordsworth

A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer's joy.

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man?

— William Wordsworth

The child is the father of man.

— William Wordsworth

The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs.

— William Wordsworth

The thought of death sits easy on the man Who has been born and dies among the mountains.

— William Wordsworth

Choice word and measured phrase above the reach Of ordinary men.

— 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

The child is father of the man: And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.

— William Wordsworth

Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade Of that which once was great is passed away.

— William Wordsworth

At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.

— William Wordsworth

Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm.

— William Wordsworth

A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays And confident tomorrows.

— 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

On Man, on Nature, and on Human Life, Musing in solitude, I oft perceive Fair trains of images before me rise, Accompanied…

— William Wordsworth

in the mind of man, A motion and a spirit, that impels All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls…

— William Wordsworth

Neither evil tongues, rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all the dreary intercourse…

— 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

All men feel a habitual gratitude, and something of an honorable bigotry, for the objects which have long continued to please them.

— 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…

— 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…

— William Wordsworth

Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be? It is the generous spirit,…

— 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

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

— William Wordsworth

“My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it…

— William Wordsworth

The tears into his eyes were brought, And thanks and praises seemed to run So fast out of his heart, I thought…

— William Wordsworth

I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply…

— William Wordsworth

Mark the babe not long accustomed to this breathing world; One that hath barely learned to shape a smile, though yet irrational…

— William Wordsworth

Here must thou be, O man, Strength to thyself - no helper hast thou here - Here keepest thou thy individual state:…

— William Wordsworth

What is a Poet? He is a man speaking to men: a man, it is true, endued with more lively sensibility, more…

— William Wordsworth

We have no knowledge, that is, no general principles drawn from the contemplation of particular facts, but what has been built up…

— 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

the Mind of Man-- My haunt, and the main region of my song.

— William Wordsworth

The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells.

— William Wordsworth

My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it…

— William Wordsworth

I travelled among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor England! did I know till then What love I bore to…

— William Wordsworth