Best William Wordsworth Proverbs
- Provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke. Bring
- The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift, That no philosophy can lift. Bosom
- I've watched you now a full half-hour; Self-poised upon that yellow flower And, little Butterfly! Indeed I know not if you sleep or feed. How… Among
- Laying out grounds... may be considered as a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting.... it is to assist Nature in moving the… Affection
- In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration:—feelings,… Acts
- But who shall parcel out His intellect by geometric rules, Split like a province into round and square? Geometric
- To character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together... humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self. Character
- And now I see with eye serene, The very pulse of the machine. A being breathing thoughtful breaths, A traveler between life and death. Breathing
- Oh, blank confusion! true epitome Of what the mighty City is herself, To thousands upon thousands of her sons, Living amid the same perpetual whirl… Amid
- Death is the quiet haven of us all. All
- The memory of the just survives in Heaven. Heaven
- And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Grieved
- Minds that have nothing to confer Find little to perceive. Confer
- The Poet, gentle creature as he is, Hath, like the Lover, his unruly times; His fits when he is neither sick nor well, Though no… Creature
- We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness. Begin
- Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room; And hermits are contented with their cells. Cells
- Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfold The likeness of whate'er on land is seen. Doth
- In heaven above, And earth below, they best can serve true gladness Who meet most feelingly the calls of sadness. Best
- As generations come and go, Their arts, their customs, ebb and flow; Fate, fortune, sweep strong powers away, And feeble, of themselves, decay. Art
- Ah, what a warning for a thoughtless man, Could field or grove, could any spot of earth, Show to his eye an image of the… Ah
- Earth helped him with the cry of blood. Blood
- There is creation in the eye. Creation
- We have within ourselves Enough to fill the present day with joy, And overspread the future years with hope. Day
- . . .this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 't is her privilege, Through all the years… All
- May books and nature be their early joy! Book
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