The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet's dream. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Knowledge and increase of enduring joy From the great Nature that exists in works Of mighty Poets. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares!- The Poets, who on earth have made… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The Poet, gentle creature as he is, Hath, like the Lover, his unruly times; His fits when he is neither sick nor… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
In spite of difference of soil and climate, of language and manners, of laws and customs-in spite of things silently gone out… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous boy, The sleepless soul that perished in his pride; Of him who walked in glory and… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“If the time should ever come when what is now called science, thus familiarised to men, shall be ready to put on,… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
What is a Poet? He is a man speaking to men: a man, it is true, endued with more lively sensibility, more… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
It may be safely affirmed that there neither is, nor can be, any essential difference between the language of prose and metrical… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Brothers all In honour, as in one community, Scholars and gentlemen. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The eye— it cannot choose but see; we cannot bid the ear be still; our bodies feel, where'er they be, against or with our… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good.” — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, And lilies face the March-winds in full blow, And humbler growths as moved with one desire… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“Where are your books? - that light bequeathed To beings else forlorn and blind! Up! up! and drink the spirit breathed From dead men… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Knowledge and increase of enduring joy From the great Nature that exists in works Of mighty Poets. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me,-her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleam'd upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament: Her eyes… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“If the time should ever come when what is now called science, thus familiarised to men, shall be ready to put on, as it… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
