William Wordsworth Quotes

Two voices are there: one is of the deep; It learns the storm-cloud's thunderous melody, Now roars, now murmurs with the changing sea, Now bird-like pipes, now closes soft in sleep: And one is of an old half-witted sheep Which bleats articulate monotony, And indicates that two and one are three, That grass is green, lakes damp, and mountains steep And, Wordsworth, both are thine.
William Wordsworth
William Wordsworth

Quotes to Explore

This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to our policies regarding the use of cookies.