All William Wordsworth Quotes
- The gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul. Approve
- Recognizes ever and anon The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul. Anon
- I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous boy, The sleepless soul that perished in his pride; Of him who walked in glory and in joy, Following… Along
- By all means sometimes be alone; salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear; dare to look in thy chest; and tumble up and down… All
- Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost. Coast
- And through the heat of conflict keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw. Calmness
- Babylon, Learned and wise, hath perished utterly, Nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh That would lament her. Aid
- The childhood of today is the manhood of tomorrow Childhood
- This solitary Tree! a living thing Produced too slowly ever to decay; Of form and aspect too magnificent To be destroyed. Aspect
- Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and only there;With hope it is, hope that can never die,Effort… Desire
- Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make… Blow
- In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind. Bring
- With battlements that on their restless fronts Bore stars. Battlements
- The sightless Milton, with his hair Around his placid temples curled; And Shakespeare at his side,-a freight, If clay could think and mind were weight,… Bore
- And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner's… All
- By happy chance we saw A twofold image: on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Another and the same! Bank
- Everything is tedious when one does not read with the feeling of the Author. Author
- Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Breeze
- Sad fancies do we then affect, In luxury of disrespect To our own prodigal excess Of too familiar happiness. Affect
- But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for humankind, Is… Awful
- A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free. Age
- Earth has not anything to show more fair. Classic
- And mighty poets in their misery dead. Dead
- Turning, for them who pass, the common dust Of servile opportunity to gold. Common
- Poetry is the outcome of emotions recollected in tranquility. Emotion