All William Wordsworth Quotes
- That blessed mood in which the burthen of the mystery, in which the heavy and the weary weight of all this unintelligible world is lightened. All
- Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, Nor thought of tender happiness betray. Betray
- The Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society. Binds
- A cheerful life is what the Muses love. A soaring spirit is their prime delight. Cheerful
- Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there, one of… Cannot Take
- Not Chaos, not the darkest pit of lowest Erebus, nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out by help of dreams - can breed such fear… Aught
- She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. Among
- Small service is true service, while it lasts. Funny
- Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will; Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And… All
- Sweet Mercy! to the gates of heaven This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven; The rueful conflict, the heart riven With vain endeavour, And memory of… Bitter
- Scorn not the sonnet. Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart. Critic
- The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky! Blue
- My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I… Childish
- Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart. Along
- How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart. Heart
- The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart. Broods
- She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; And humble cares, and delicate fears; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears; And love and thought… Care
- I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To… Agitation
- The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart. Beatings
- His love was like the liberal air, embracing all, to cheer and bless. Air
- Imagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality. Conceive
- Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance. Lady
- He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure; No fears to beat away, no strife to… Beat
- Those old credulities, to Nature dear, Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock Of history? Bloom
- Ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance. Ballet