295 Total Quotes

William Wordsworth Quotes

That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
William Wordsworth
#English Poet

And, when the streamWhich overflowed the soul was passed away,A consciousness remained that it had left,Deposited upon the silent shoreOf memory, images and precious thoughtsThat shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.
William Wordsworth
#Consciousness

Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.
William Wordsworth
#English Poet

She seemed a thing that could not feel the touch of earthly years.
William Wordsworth
#Nature

We live by admiration, hope and love; and even as these are well and wisely fixed, in dignity of being we ascend
William Wordsworth
#Admiration

A remnant of uneasy light.
William Wordsworth
#Light

Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there, one of a mighty multitude whose way and motion is a harmony and dance magnificent.
William Wordsworth
#Birds #Happiness

After ten months' melancholy,/ Became a good and honest man.
William Wordsworth
#Man

The Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society, as it is spread over the whole earth, and over all time.
William Wordsworth
#Knowledge

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.
William Wordsworth
#English Poet

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility
William Wordsworth
#Emotions

Neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us
William Wordsworth
#Evil

I traveled among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea: Nor England! Did I know till then What love I bore to thee
William Wordsworth
#England

Visionary power/ Attends the motions of the viewless winds,/ Embodied in the mystery of words.
William Wordsworth
#Mystery

Turning, for them who pass, the common dustOf servile opportunity to gold.
William Wordsworth
#Gold

A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor.
William Wordsworth
#English Poet #Acting And Actors

Often have I sighed to measureBy myself a lonely pleasure,Sighed to think, I read a bookOnly read, perhaps, by me.
William Wordsworth
#Lonely

How the bold teacher's doctrine, sanctified By truth, shall spread, throughout the world dispersed
William Wordsworth
#Doctrine

Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and only there;With hope it is, hope that can never die,Effort and expectation, and desire,And something evermore about to be.
William Wordsworth
#Destiny

There is a comfort in the strength of love;'T will make a thing endurable, which elseWould overset the brain, or break the heart. . . .
William Wordsworth
#Comfort

My brainWorked with a dim and undetermined senseOf unknown modes of being.
William Wordsworth
#Brain

I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deedsWith coldness still returning;Alas! the gratitude of menHath oftener left me mourning.
William Wordsworth
#Gratitude

Hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue.
William Wordsworth
#Music

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The soul that rises with us, our life's star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar. Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory, do we come From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy.
William Wordsworth
#Birth

Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf/ Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself.
William Wordsworth
#Beast

Unprofitably travelling toward the grave.
William Wordsworth
#Grave

The common growth of Mother EarthSuffices me, -- her tears, her mirth,Her humblest mirth and tears.
William Wordsworth
#Earth

She gave me eyes, she gave me ears;And humble cares, and delicate fears;A heart, the fountain of sweet tears;And love and thought and joy.
William Wordsworth
#Eyes