Poetry Quote by William Wordsworth Download Open image ““[...]the stately and slow-moving Turk, With freight of slippers piled beneath his arm.”” — William Wordsworth ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.5 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare Poetry
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“One woe doth tread upon another's heel. So fast they follow.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
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“He heard rhythmic, syncopated footfalls as the horde gained on him.” — Howard Dunkley Copy Share Image
“The pair of legs that carried him were rickety, and there was a bias in his gait which inclined him somewhat to the left… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
“haphazard gallop at which it swings along, sometimes indeed jerking almost intolerably over the cobbles.” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“He was frightened for his country. Slowly and tragically it was drifting in the wrong direction. Something had to be done. Tiny gestures. Barely… — Timothée de Fombelle Copy Share Image
“This was the sort of man who reached his destination with the implacable force of an avalanche and cared just as little about obstacles… — Joana Starnes Copy Share Image
“It may look as though I do not know how to start. Funny sight, the elderly gentleman who comes lumbering by, jowl flesh flopping,… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“My world speeds up. After years of moving along in slow motion, I am suddenly surging through the moments. He touches me, and like… — Julie Cantrell Copy Share Image
Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Brothers all In honour, as in one community, Scholars and gentlemen. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
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… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good.” — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, And lilies face the March-winds in full blow, And humbler growths as moved with one desire… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“Where are your books? - that light bequeathed To beings else forlorn and blind! Up! up! and drink the spirit breathed From dead men… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Knowledge and increase of enduring joy From the great Nature that exists in works Of mighty Poets. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me,-her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleam'd upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament: Her eyes… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“If the time should ever come when what is now called science, thus familiarised to men, shall be ready to put on, as it… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The name Phenomenal Woman was inspired by Maya Angelo, who wrote 'Phenomenal Woman', a favorite poem of mine. — Meena Harris Copy Share Image
A poet is wounded into speech, and he examines these wounds, meticulously, to discover how to heal them. The bad poet harangues at the… — Samuel R. Delany Copy Share Image
The poetry from the eighteenth century was prose; the prose from the seventeenth century was poetry. — David Hare Copy Share Image
“It took me years to learn to sit at my desk for more than two minutes at a time, to put up with the… — Erica Jong Copy Share Image
The word 'mundane' has come to mean 'boring' and 'dull', and it really shouldn't - it should mean the opposite. Because it comes from… — Richard Dawkins Copy Share Image
“In the streets, the children scream, the lovers cried, and the poets dreamed,” he crooned, putting down the metal grill tongs to take my… — Alexandria Clarke Copy Share Image
Some minds corrode and grow inactive under the loss of personal liberty; others grow morbid and irritable; but it is the nature of the… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
You don’t read or overhear the voice in the poem, you are the voice in the poem. — Helen Vendler Copy Share Image
All lyrical work must, as a whole, be perfectly intelligible, but in some particulars a little unintelligible. — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
The world's history is a divine poem, of which the history of every nation is a canto, and every man a word. Its strains… — James A. Garfield Copy Share Image