All William Wordsworth Quotes
- What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars. Emulates
- For oft, when on my couch I lie in vacant or in pensive mood they flash upon that inward eye which is the bliss of… Bliss
- Love betters what is best Best
- And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food. Cooking
- My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am… Began
- The child is father of the man: And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety. Bound
- Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there. Cleave
- A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable. Carries
- Habit rules the unreflecting herd. Habit
- Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh… Blood
- The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells. Beautiful
- Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood. Childhood
- Books! tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. Book
- Great God! I'd rather be a Pagan.... Funny
- This City now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the… Air
- There is a comfort in the strength of love; 'Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart. Brain
- A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death? Breath
- Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge - it is as immortal as the heart of man. All
- Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be. Best
- The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket. Burn
- Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive But to be young was very heaven. Alive
- Every great and original writer, in proportion as he is great and original, must himself create the taste by which he is to be relished. Artist
- poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledge Breath
- 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 will. Bid
- The earth was all before me. With a heart Joyous, nor scared at its own liberty, I look about; and should the chosen guide Be… All