Death Quote by William Wordsworth

Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.

— William Wordsworth

Brothers all In honour, as in one community, Scholars and gentlemen.

— William Wordsworth

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

“Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good.”

— William Wordsworth

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

“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

Knowledge and increase of enduring joy From the great Nature that exists in works Of mighty Poets.

— William Wordsworth

The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me,-her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears.

— William Wordsworth

And he is oft the wisest manWho is not wise at all.

— William Wordsworth

The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs.

— William Wordsworth

“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

“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