William Wordsworth Quotes
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And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner's eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple.
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The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet's dream.
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But to a higher mark than song can reach, Rose this pure eloquence.
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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.
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The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs.
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To be young was very heaven!
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There's something in a flying horse, There's something in a huge balloon.
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Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters.
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There is a comfort in the strength of love; 'Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart.
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Pleasures newly found are sweet When they lie about our feet.
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Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost.
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Burn all the statutes and their shelves: They stir us up against our kind; And worse, against ourselves.
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Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep/ Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind.
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The child is father of the man: And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
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Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay, And at my casement sing, Though it should prove a farewell lay And this our parting spring. * * * * * Then, little Bird, this boon confer, Come, and my requiem sing, Nor fail to be the harbinger Of everlasting spring.
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There is a luxury in self-dispraise; And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast.
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Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
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Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive But to be young was very heaven.
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The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
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The Primrose for a veil had spread The largest of her upright leaves; And thus for purposes benign, A simple flower deceives.
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How is it that you live, and what is it you do?
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We live by Admiration, Hope, and Love; And, even as these are well and wisely fixed, In dignity of being we ascend.
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'Tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes!
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How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.