“That mighty orb of song, The divine Milton.”
Source: William Wordsworth: The Pedlar, Tintern Abbey, the Two-Part Prelude
“Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.”
Source: The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: Together with a Description of the Country of the Lakes in the North of England, Now First Published with His Works ...
“A youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven.”
Source: The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Etc
“Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.”
“Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.”
Source: The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth
“"What is good for a bootless bene?" With these dark words begins my tale; And their meaning is, Whence can comfort spring When prayer is of no avail?”
Source: The Poems of William Wordsworth: Collected Reading Texts from the Cornell Wordsworth Series
“Then blame not those who, by the mightiest lever
Known to the moral world, Imagination.”
“Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science”
“One of those heavenly days that cannot die.”
Source: The Poems of William Wordsworth
“For all things are less dreadful than they seem.”
Source: The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: Together with a Description of the Country of the Lakes in the North of England, Now First Published with His Works ...
“The weight of sadness was in wonder lost.”
Source: The Earlier Poems of William Wordsworth: Corrected as in the Latest Editions. With Preface, and Notes Showing the Text as it Stood in 1815
“Stop thinking for once in your life!”
“Nature's old felicities.”
Source: The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: Together with a Description of the Country of the Lakes in the North of England
“He murmurs near the running brooks A music sweeter than their own.”
Source: The Poetical works
“Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark.”
Source: Complete Poetical Works
“But hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity.”
“When his veering gait And every motion of his starry train Seem governed by a strain Of music, audible to him alone.”
Source: The Poems of William Wordsworth
“Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm.”
Source: The Poems of William Wordsworth
“A deep distress has humanised my soul.”
“The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on a dim and perilous way!”
“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!”
“Every gift of noble origin Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath.”
Source: The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: Together with a Description of the Country of the Lakes in the North of England, Now First Published with His Works ...
“O Reader! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought can bring, O gentle Reader! you would find A tale in everything.”
Source: Lyrical Ballads and other Poems by Samuel Taylor Coleridge and William Wordsworth (Including Their Thoughts On Poetry Principles and Secrets): Collections of Poetry which marked the beginning of the English Romantic movement in literature, including poems The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, The Dungeon, The Nightingale, Dejection: An Ode
“In years that bring the philosophic mind.”
“Where the statue stood Of Newton, with his prism and silent face, The marble index of a mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of thought alone.”
“A power is passing from the earth.”
“Yet sometimes, when the secret cup Of still and serious thought went round, It seemed as if he drank it up, He felt with spirit so profound.”
Source: The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: Together with a Description of the Country of the Lakes in the North of England
“We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, When such are wanted.”
Source: The Collected Poems of William Wordsworth
“The clouds that gather round the setting sun, Do take a sober colouring from an eye, That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.”
Source: The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: Together with a Description of the Country of the Lakes in the North of England, Now First Published with His Works ...
“We bow our heads before Thee, and we laud, And magnify thy name Almighty God! But man is thy most awful instrument, In working out a pure intent.”
Source: The Poems of William Wordsworth
“Yet tears to human suffering are due; And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.”
Source: The Poems of William Wordsworth
“And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy because We have been glad of yore.”
Source: Complete Poetical Works
“There is a luxury in self-dispraise; And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast.”
Source: The Excursion,: Being a Portion of The Recluse, a Poem
“His high endeavours are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright.”
“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.”
“And he is oft the wisest manWho is not wise at all.”
Source: The Poems of William Wordsworth
“Not in Utopia, -- subterranean fields, --Or some secreted island, Heaven knows whereBut in the very world, which is the worldOf all of us, -- the place where in the endWe find our happiness, or not at all”
“Provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke.”
“The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift, That no philosophy can lift.”
Source: The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: Together with a Description of the Country of the Lakes in the North of England, Now First Published with His Works ...
“I've watched you now a full half-hour; Self-poised upon that yellow flower And, little Butterfly! Indeed I know not if you sleep or feed. How motionless! - not frozen seas More motionless! and then What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees, And calls you forth again!”
Source: The Major Works
“Laying out grounds... may be considered as a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting.... it is to assist Nature in moving the affections... the affections of those who have the deepest perception of the beauty of Nature.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of William Wordsworth (Illustrated)
“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.”
“But who shall parcel out His intellect by geometric rules, Split like a province into round and square?”
Source: The Prelude: Or, Growth of a Poet's Mind (text of 1805)
“To character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together... humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self.”
“And now I see with eye serene, The very pulse of the machine. A being breathing thoughtful breaths, A traveler between life and death.”
“Oh, blank confusion! true epitome Of what the mighty City is herself, To thousands upon thousands of her sons, Living amid the same perpetual whirl Of trivial objects, melted and reduced To one identity.”
Source: The Collected Poems of William Wordsworth
“Death is the quiet haven of us all.”
Source: Poems of William Wordsworth
“The memory of the just survives in Heaven.”
Source: The Collected Poems of William Wordsworth
“And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.”
“Minds that have nothing to confer Find little to perceive.”
Source: The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth