William Wordsworth Quotes & Wallpapers

William Wordsworth
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While all the future, for thy purer soul, With "sober certainties" of love is blest. William Wordsworth

one daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few. William Wordsworth

All that we behold is full of blessings. William Wordsworth

Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed Their snow-white blossoms on my head, With brightest sunshine round me spread Of spring's unclouded weather, In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard-seat! And birds and flowers once more to greet, My last year's friends together. William Wordsworth

To the solid ground Of Nature trusts the mind which builds for aye. William Wordsworth

But hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity. William Wordsworth

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting... William Wordsworth

Delivered from the galling yoke of time. William Wordsworth

There bloomed the strawberry of the wilderness; The trembling eyebright showed her sapphire blue, The thyme her purple, like the blush of Even; And if the breath of some to no caress Invited, forth they peeped so fair to view, All kinds alike seemed favourites of Heaven. William Wordsworth

... In shepherd's phrase With one foot in the grave. William Wordsworth

List -'twas the cuckoo - O, with what delight Heard I that voice! and catch it now, though faint, Far off and faint, and melting into air, Yet not to be mistaken. Hark again! Those louder cries give notice that the bird, Although invisible as Echo's self, Is wheeling hitherward. William Wordsworth

I look for ghosts; but none will force Their way to me; 'tis falsely said That even there was intercourse Between the living and the dead. William Wordsworth

A jolly place, said he, in times of old! But something ails it now; the spot is curst. William Wordsworth

Hope rules a land forever green, All powers that serve the bright-eyed queen And confident and gay; Clouds at her bidding disappear Points she to aught? - the bliss draws near And fancy smooths the way. William Wordsworth

The charities that soothe and heal and bless, lie scattered at the feet of men like flowers. William Wordsworth

Those old credulities, to nature dear, Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock Of History. William Wordsworth

Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower. William Wordsworth

Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room; And hermits are contented with their cells. William Wordsworth

The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an angel's wing. William Wordsworth

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 saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. William Wordsworth

Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost. William Wordsworth

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

Our meddling intellect Misshapes the beauteous forms of things We murder to dissect William Wordsworth

Turning for them who pas, the common dust Of servile opportunity to gold. William Wordsworth

There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale, Which to this day stands single, in the midst Of its own darkness, as it stood of yore. William Wordsworth

In truth the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is. William Wordsworth

He sang of love, with quiet blending, Slow to begin, and never ending; Of serious faith, and inward glee; That was the song,- the song for me! William Wordsworth

A cheerful life is what the Muses love, A soaring spirit is their prime delight. William Wordsworth

The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky! William Wordsworth

I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning. William Wordsworth

And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love. William Wordsworth

Choice word and measured phrase, above the reach Of ordinary men. William Wordsworth

Society became my glittering bride. William Wordsworth

In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration:?feelings, too, Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love.... William Wordsworth

Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. William Wordsworth

More like a man Flying from something that he dreads than one Who sought the thing he loved. William Wordsworth

A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. William Wordsworth

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

The Eagle, he was lord above William Wordsworth

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly. William Wordsworth

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers. William Wordsworth

The things which I have seen I now can see no more. William Wordsworth

Oh there is blessing in this gentle breeze, A visitant that while it fans my cheek Doth seem half-conscious of the joy it brings From the green fields, and from yon azure sky. Whate'er its mission, the soft breeze can come To none more grateful than to me; escaped From the vast city, where I long had pined A discontented sojourner: now free, Free as a bird to settle where I will. William Wordsworth

And oft I thought (my fancy was-so strong) That I, at last, a resting-place had found: 'Here: will I dwell,' said I,' my whole life long, Roaming the illimitable waters round; Here will I live, of all but heaven disowned. And end my days upon the peaceful flood - To break my dream the vessel reached its bound; And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food. William Wordsworth

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

Wisdom and Spirit of the universe! Thou soul, that art the eternity of thought, And giv'st to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion. William Wordsworth

For mightier far Than strength of nerve or sinew, or the sway Of magic potent over sun and star, Is love, though oft to agony distrest, And though his favourite be feeble woman's breast. William Wordsworth

Let Nature be your teacher William Wordsworth

All men feel a habitual gratitude, and something of an honorable bigotry, for the objects which have long continued to please them. William Wordsworth

Thought and theory must precede all salutary action; yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory. William Wordsworth

Great men have been among us; hands that penn'd And tongues that utter'd wisdom-better none William Wordsworth

Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, We feel that we are greater than we know. William Wordsworth

We murder to dissect. William Wordsworth

For all things are less dreadful than they seem. William Wordsworth

In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought. William Wordsworth

As thou these ashes, little brook, wilt bear Into the Avon, Avon to the tide Of Severn, Severn to the narrow seas, Into main ocean they, this deed accursed An emblem yields to friends and enemies How the bold teacher's doctrine, sanctified By truth, shall spread, throughout the world dispersed. William Wordsworth

Plain living and high thinking are no more. The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence, And pure religion breathing household laws. William Wordsworth

But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation. William Wordsworth

Thou has left behind Powers that will work for thee,-air, earth, and skies! There 's not a breathing of the common wind That will forget thee; thou hast great allies; Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and man's unconquerable mind. William Wordsworth

How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land! William Wordsworth

That kill the bloom before its time, And blanch, without the owner's crime, The most resplendent hair. William Wordsworth

She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight, A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair, Like twilights too her dusky hair, But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn. William Wordsworth

Poetry is the outcome of emotions recollected in tranquility. William Wordsworth

Books are the best type of the influence of the past. William Wordsworth

It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the sea: Listen! the mighty being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thundereverlastingly. William Wordsworth

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility: the emotion is contemplated till, by a species of reaction, the tranquility gradually disappears, and an emotion, kindred to that which was the subject of contemplation, is gradually produced, and does itself actually exist in the mind. William Wordsworth

How many undervalue the power of simplicity! But it is the real key to the heart. William Wordsworth

To the solid ground Of Nature trusts the Mind that builds for aye. William Wordsworth

A crystal river Diaphanous because it travels slowly; Soft is the music that would charm forever; The flower of sweetest smell is shy and lowly. William Wordsworth

And leaves of that shy plant, (Her flowers were shed_ the lily of the vale. That loves the ground, and from the sun withholds Her pensive beauty, from the breeze her sweets. William Wordsworth

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