William Wordsworth Quotes
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Pleasures newly found are sweet When they lie about our feet.
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The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift, That no philosophy can lift.
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Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.
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One solace yet remains for us who came Into this world in days when story lacked Severe research, that in our hearts we know How, for exciting youth's heroic flame, Assent is power, belief the soul of fact.
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Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
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I, methought, while the sweet breath of heaven Was blowing on my body, felt within A correspondent breeze, that gently moved With quickening virtue, but is now become A tempest, a redundant energy, Vexing its own creation.
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These hoards of wealth you can unlock at will.
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Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, We feel that we are greater than we know.
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Everything is tedious when one does not read with the feeling of the Author.
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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.
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Stern Winter loves a dirge – like sound.
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Far from the world I walk, and from all care.
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A brotherhood of venerable trees.
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Hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue.
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But who would force the soul tilts with a straw Against a champion cased in adamant
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Rest and be thankful.
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Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood.
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Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting.
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For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.
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Death is the quiet haven of us all.
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Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower.
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Take the sweet poetry of life away, and what remains behind?
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Look at the fate of summer flowers, which blow at daybreak, droop ere even-song.
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I am already kindly disposed towards you. My friendship it is not in my power to give: this is a gift which no man can make, it is not in our own power: a sound and healthy friendship is the growth of time and circumstance, it will spring up and thrive like a wildflower when these favour, and when they do not, it is in vain to look for it.