All William Wordsworth Quotes
- Nature's old felicities. Felicities
- He murmurs near the running brooks A music sweeter than their own. Brooks
- Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark. Bright
- But hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity. Hearing
- When his veering gait And every motion of his starry train Seem governed by a strain Of music, audible to him alone. Alone
- Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm. Cloak
- A deep distress has humanised my soul. Deep
- The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on a dim and perilous way! Dim
- Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow! Bred
- Every gift of noble origin Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath. Breath
- O Reader! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought can bring, O gentle Reader! you would find A tale in everything. Bring
- In years that bring the philosophic mind. Bring
- Where the statue stood Of Newton, with his prism and silent face, The marble index of a mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of thought… Alone
- A power is passing from the earth. Earth
- Yet sometimes, when the secret cup Of still and serious thought went round, It seemed as if he drank it up, He felt with spirit… Cup
- We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, When such are wanted. Meet
- The clouds that gather round the setting sun, Do take a sober colouring from an eye, That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality. Clouds
- We bow our heads before Thee, and we laud, And magnify thy name Almighty God! But man is thy most awful instrument, In working out… Almighty
- Yet tears to human suffering are due; And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Are mourned by man, and not by man alone. Alone
- And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy because We have been glad of yore. Been
- There is a luxury in self-dispraise; And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast. Affords
- His high endeavours are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright. Always Bright
- Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretch'd in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand… Along
- And he is oft the wisest manWho is not wise at all. All
- Not in Utopia, -- subterranean fields, --Or some secreted island, Heaven knows whereBut in the very world, which is the worldOf all of us, --… All