All William Wordsworth Quotes
- The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is… All
- Because the good old rule Sufficeth them,-the simple plan, That they should take who have the power, And they should keep who can. Good
- The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth. Birth
- Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows That for oblivion take their daily birth From all the fuming vanities of earth. All
- To be a Prodigal's favourite,-then, worse truth, A Miser's pensioner,-behold our lot! Behold
- Choice word and measured phrase above the reach Of ordinary men. Choice
- Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade Of that which once was great is passed away. Great
- Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel To self-reproach. Decalogue
- Here must thou be, O man, Strength to thyself - no helper hast thou here - Here keepest thou thy individual state: No other can… Ability
- Meek Walton's heavenly memory. Heavenly
- ...one interior life in which all beings live with God, themselves are God, existing in the mighty whole, indistinguishable as the cloudless east is from… All
- Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives. Bad
- That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude. Bliss
- That mighty orb of song, The divine Milton. Divine
- Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made. Divine
- A youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven. Earth
- Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home. Heaven
- Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. Air
- "What is good for a bootless bene?" With these dark words begins my tale; And their meaning is, Whence can comfort spring When prayer is… Avail
- The mightiest lever known to the world: imagination. Imagination
- Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science All
- One of those heavenly days that cannot die. Cannot Die
- For all things are less dreadful than they seem. All
- The weight of sadness was in wonder lost. Lost
- Stop thinking for once in your life! Funny