Top 100 Quotes About William Wordsworth
#1. Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
-William Wordsworth(Tintern Abbey)
William Wordsworth
#2. Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither. William Wordsworth,
James Hollis
#3. I kind of got inspired by [William] Wordsworth and [Samuel Taylor] Coleridge - I went the old traditional way of finding inspiration, I guess ...
Eliot Paulina Sumner
#5. Stranger! henceforth be warned; and know that pride,
Howe'er disguised in its own majesty,
Is littleness; that he, who feels contempt
For any living thing, hath faculties
Which he has never used; that thought with him
Is in its infancy ...
William Wordsworth
#6. The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart.
William Wordsworth
#7. The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me,-her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears.
William Wordsworth
#8. My brain
Worked with a dim and undetermined sense
Of unknown modes of being; o'er my thoughts
There hung a darkness, call it solitude
Or blank desertion.
William Wordsworth
#11. Ere we had reach'd the wish'd-for place, night fell: We were too late at least by one dark hour,
William Wordsworth
#12. Where are your books? - that light bequeathed
To beings else forlorn and blind!
Up! up! and drink the spirit breathed
From dead men to their kind.
William Wordsworth
#13. Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives.
William Wordsworth
#14. One in whom persuasion and belief
Had ripened into faith, and faith become
A passionate intuition.
William Wordsworth
#16. I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams, wherever nature led.
William Wordsworth
#17. Turning, for them who pass, the common dust Of servile opportunity to gold.
William Wordsworth
#18. Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfold The likeness of whate'er on land is seen.
William Wordsworth
#19. Long as there's a sun that sets, Primroses will have their glory; Long as there are violets, They will have a place in story: There's a flower that shall be mine, 'Tis the little Celandine.
William Wordsworth
#21. Imagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality.
William Wordsworth
#22. The monumental pomp of age Was with this goodly personage; A stature undepressed in size, Unbent, which rather seemed to rise In open victory o'er the weight Of seventy years, to loftier height.
William Wordsworth
#24. The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on a dim and perilous way!
William Wordsworth
#25. And through the heat of conflict keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.
William Wordsworth
#26. The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.
William Wordsworth
#27. But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.
William Wordsworth
#28. My gentle Reader, I perceive / How patiently you've waited, / And now I fear that you expect / Some tale will be related. / O Reader! had you in your mind / Such stores as silent thought can bring, / O gentle Reader! you would find / A tale in every thing.
William Wordsworth
#29. Go to the poets, they will speak to thee
More perfectly of purer creatures
William Wordsworth
#32. The earth was all before me. With a heart
Joyous, nor scared at its own liberty,
I look about; and should the chosen guide
Be nothing better than a wandering cloud,
I cannot miss my way.
William Wordsworth
#34. A great poet ought to a certain degree to rectify men's feelings ... to render their feelings more sane, pure and permanent, in short, more consonant to Nature.
William Wordsworth
#36. And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.
William Wordsworth
#39. Careless of books, yet having felt the power
Of Nature, by the gentle agency
Of natural objects, led me on to feel
For passions that were not my own, and think
(At random and imperfectly indeed)
On man, the heart of man, and human life.
William Wordsworth
#40. 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, For him who bore the world!
William Wordsworth
#42. I'm not talking about a "show me other walls of this thing" button, I mean a "stumble" button for wallbase.
William Wordsworth
#44. 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 the cloudless west, when all the hemisphere is one cerulean blue.
William Wordsworth
#46. Who fancied what a pretty sight This Rock would be if edged around With living Snowdrops? circlet bright! How glorious to this Orchard ground! Who loved the little Rock, and set
William Wordsworth
#48. We must be free or die, who speak the tongue
That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold
Which Milton held.
William Wordsworth
#49. How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land!
William Wordsworth
#51. A cheerful life is what the Muses love, A soaring spirit is their prime delight.
William Wordsworth
#52. What know we of the Blest above but that they sing, and that they love?
William Wordsworth
#53. For by superior energies; more strict affiance in each other; faith more firm in their unhallowed principles, the bad have fairly earned a victory over the weak, the vacillating, inconsistent good.
William Wordsworth
#54. 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!
William Wordsworth
#55. And when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet; whence he blew Soul-animating strains,-alas! too few.
William Wordsworth
#57. Oh for a single hour of that Dundee Who on that day the word of onset gave!
William Wordsworth
#58. we should see the earth Unthwarted in her wish to recompense The industrious,
William Wordsworth
#59. And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine
A being breathing thoughtful breath
A traveler betwixt life and death
The reason firm the temperate will
Endurance Foresight Strength and skill
William Wordsworth
#60. I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused, whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, and the round ocean, and the living air, and the blue sky, and in the mind of man ...
William Wordsworth
#61. 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 what thou findest there.
William Wordsworth
#62. Tis not in battles that from youth we train The Governor who must be wise and good, And temper with the sternness of the brain Thoughts motherly, and meek as womanhood.
William Wordsworth
#64. But who would force the soul tilts with a straw Against a champion cased in adamant
William Wordsworth
#65. The Primrose for a veil had spread The largest of her upright leaves; And thus for purposes benign, A simple flower deceives.
William Wordsworth
#69. Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice; The confidence of reason give, And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live!
William Wordsworth
#71. Prior to Wordsworth, humor was an essential part of poetry. I mean, they don't call them Shakespeare comedies for nothing.
William Collins
#72. My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.
William Wordsworth
#74. Ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
William Wordsworth
#75. Hence, in a season of calm weather
Though inland far we be,
Our souls have sight of that immortal sea
William Wordsworth
#78. The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky!
William Wordsworth
#80. Alas! how little can a moment show Of an eye where feeling plays In ten thousand dewy rays: A face o'er which a thousand shadows go!
William Wordsworth
#81. One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.
William Wordsworth
#82. Like thoughts whose very sweetness yielded proof that they were born for immortality.
William Wordsworth
#84. Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground?
William Wordsworth
#85. Since thy return, through days and weeks
Of hope that grew by stealth,
How many wan and faded cheeks
Have kindled into health!
The Old, by thee revived, have said,
'Another year is ours;'
And wayworn Wanderers, poorly fed,
Have smiled upon thy flowers.
William Wordsworth
#86. I had melancholy thoughts...
a strangeness in my mind,
A feeling that I was not for that hour,
Nor for that place.
William Wordsworth
#88. To character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together ... humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self.
William Wordsworth
#89. And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.
William Wordsworth
#90. True dignity abides with him alone Who, in the silent hour of inward thought, Can still suspect, and still revere himself, In lowliness of heart.
William Wordsworth
#91. My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man;
William Wordsworth
#92. Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower,
We feel that we are greater than we know.
William Wordsworth
#96. The Poet, gentle creature as he is, Hath, like the Lover, his unruly times; His fits when he is neither sick nor well, Though no distress be near him but his own Unmanageable thoughts.
William Wordsworth
#97. Of all that is most beauteous, imaged there In happier beauty; more pellucid streams, An ampler ether, a diviner air, And fields invested with purpureal gleams.
William Wordsworth
#100. 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 and expectation, and desire,And something evermore about to be.
William Wordsworth
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