William Wordsworth

Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.

— William Wordsworth

Brothers all In honour, as in one community, Scholars and gentlemen.

— William Wordsworth

The eye— it cannot choose but see; we cannot bid the ear be still; our bodies feel, where'er they be, against or…

— William Wordsworth

“Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good.”

— 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

“Where are your books? - that light bequeathed To beings else forlorn and blind! Up! up! and drink the spirit breathed From…

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me,-her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears.

— William Wordsworth

And he is oft the wisest manWho is not wise at all.

— William Wordsworth

The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs.

— William Wordsworth

“She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleam'd upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament:…

— William Wordsworth

“If the time should ever come when what is now called science, thus familiarised to men, shall be ready to put on,…

— William Wordsworth

Truth takes no account of centuries.

— 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

Like thoughts whose very sweetness yielded proof that they were born for immortality.

— William Wordsworth

In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know…

— William Wordsworth

Science appears but what in truth she is, Not as our glory and our absolute boast, But as a succedaneum, and a…

— William Wordsworth

Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils…

— William Wordsworth

Enough, if something from our hands have power To live, and act, and serve the future hour; And if, as toward the…

— William Wordsworth

poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledge

— 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

One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.

— William Wordsworth

The moving accident is not my trade; To freeze the blood I have no ready arts: 'Tis my delight, alone in summer…

— William Wordsworth

The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the…

— William Wordsworth

Plain living and high thinking are no more. The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone; our peace, our fearful…

— William Wordsworth