Top 100 Quotes About Wordsworth
#2. 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
#3. The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart.
William Wordsworth
#4. The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me,-her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears.
William Wordsworth
#5. 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
#6. Homer and Shakespeare and Milton and Marvell and Wordsworth are but the rustling of leaves and crackling of twigs in the forest, and there is not yet the sound of any bird. The Muse has never lifted up her voice to sing.
Henry David Thoreau
#9. Ere we had reach'd the wish'd-for place, night fell: We were too late at least by one dark hour,
William Wordsworth
#10. 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
#11. Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives.
William Wordsworth
#12. One in whom persuasion and belief
Had ripened into faith, and faith become
A passionate intuition.
William Wordsworth
#14. An injudicious and malignant enemy often serves the cause he means to injure; but a feeble friend never attains that end.
Dorothy Wordsworth
#15. The rainbow comes and goes. Enjoy it while it lasts. Don't be surprised by its departure, and rejoice when it returns.
Anderson Cooper
#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
#41. Upon the highest ridge of that round hill covered with planted oaks, the shafts of the trees show in the light like the columns of a ruin.
Dorothy Wordsworth
#43. I'm not talking about a "show me other walls of this thing" button, I mean a "stumble" button for wallbase.
William Wordsworth
#44. I think one of the dullest things in the world is a letter filled with apologies for not writing sooner.
Dorothy Wordsworth
#46. 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
#48. The course of English Literature would have been decidedly different had Mr. Wordsworth owned a power mower, she thought.
Harper Lee
#49. Thou shalt believe in Milton, Dryden, Pope;
Thou shalt not set up Wordsworth, Coleridge, Southey;
Because the first is crazed beyond all hope,
The second drunk, the third so quaint and mouthy.
George Gordon Byron
#50. 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
#52. We must be free or die, who speak the tongue
That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold
Which Milton held.
William Wordsworth
#53. How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land!
William Wordsworth
#54. The ghosts of Rilke and Wordsworth
along with the 300+ MFA programs, which now seem to employ all Living Poets
have misled the American public egregiously into thinking that poets are morally pure and/or useless.
Katy Lederer
#56. A cheerful life is what the Muses love, A soaring spirit is their prime delight.
William Wordsworth
#57. What know we of the Blest above but that they sing, and that they love?
William Wordsworth
#58. 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
#59. 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
#60. 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
#62. Oh for a single hour of that Dundee Who on that day the word of onset gave!
William Wordsworth
#63. Curiously enough, while very small people have a never-failing sense of their own importance, very great ones are often easily disheartened and put out of conceit with themselves.
Elizabeth Wordsworth
#64. we should see the earth Unthwarted in her wish to recompense The industrious,
William Wordsworth
#65. 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
#66. 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
#67. 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
#68. 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
#70. I want to read Keats and Wordsworth, Hemingway, George Orwell.
Aravind Adiga
#71. But who would force the soul tilts with a straw Against a champion cased in adamant
William Wordsworth
#72. The Primrose for a veil had spread The largest of her upright leaves; And thus for purposes benign, A simple flower deceives.
William Wordsworth
#73. The days are cold, the nights are long, The North wind sings a doleful song; Then hush again upon my breast; All merry things are now at rest, Save thee, my pretty love!
Dorothy Wordsworth
#77. 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
#79. Prior to Wordsworth, humor was an essential part of poetry. I mean, they don't call them Shakespeare comedies for nothing.
William Collins
#80. I think more influential than Emily Dickinson or Coleridge or Wordsworth on my imagination were Warner Brothers, Merrie Melodies, and Loony Tunes cartoons.
Billy Collins
#81. 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
#83. Ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
William Wordsworth
#84. Hence, in a season of calm weather
Though inland far we be,
Our souls have sight of that immortal sea
William Wordsworth
#87. The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky!
William Wordsworth
#89. I think Wordsworth was as surprised to see me as I was him. It can't be usual to go to your favorite memory only to find someone already there, admiring the view ahead of you.
Jasper Fforde
#90. 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
#91. Everyone is a Wordsworth in certain moods, and every traveler seeks out places that every traveler has missed.
Pico Iyer
#92. 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
#93. Like thoughts whose very sweetness yielded proof that they were born for immortality.
William Wordsworth
#95. 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
#96. 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
#97. I had melancholy thoughts...
a strangeness in my mind,
A feeling that I was not for that hour,
Nor for that place.
William Wordsworth
#99. 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
#100. And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.
William Wordsworth
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