“The first cuckoo's melancholy cry.”
Source: Poems
“As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.”
Source: Poems
“The Eagle, he was lord above”
Source: Poems by William Wordsworth: Including Lyrical Ballads, and the Miscellaneous Pieces of the Author
“Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.”
“Two voices are there; one is of the sea, One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice.”
“A great poet ought to a certain degree to rectify men's feelings... to render their feelings more sane, pure and permanent, in short, more consonant to Nature.”
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
“The silence that is in the starry sky, / The sleep that is among the lonely hills.”
“Look for the stars, you'll say that there are none; / Look up a second time, and, one by one, / You mark them twinkling out with silvery light, / And wonder how they could elude the sight!”
Source: The Major Works
“The monumental pomp of age Was with this goodly personage; A stature undepressed in size, Unbent, which rather seemed to rise In open victory o'er the weight Of seventy years, to loftier height.”
Source: The Collected Poems of William Wordsworth
“Memories... images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed.”
Source: The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth
“She seemed a thing that could not feel the touch of earthly years.”
“True dignity abides with him alone Who, in the silent hour of inward thought, Can still suspect, and still revere himself, In lowliness of heart.”
Source: The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth
“Stern daughter of the voice of God! O Duty! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring and reprove.”
“I look for ghosts; but none will force Their way to me. 'Tis falsely said That there was ever intercourse Between the living and the dead.”
Source: The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: Together with a Description of the Country of the Lakes in the North of England
“Private courts, Gloomy as coffins, and unsightly lanes Thrilled by some female vendor's scream, belike The very shrillest of all London cries, May then entangle our impatient steps; Conducted through those labyrinths, unawares, To privileged regions and inviolate, Where from their airy lodges studious lawyers Look out on waters, walks, and gardens green.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of William Wordsworth (Illustrated)
“Tis not in battles that from youth we train The Governor who must be wise and good, And temper with the sternness of the brain Thoughts motherly, and meek as womanhood.”
Source: The Poems of William Wordsworth
“Sweetest melodies.Are those that are by distance made more sweet.”
Source: The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: Together with a Description of the Country of the Lakes in the North of England
“Yon foaming flood seems motionless as ice;Its dizzy turbulence eludes the eye,Frozen by distance.”
Source: The Collected Poems of William Wordsworth
“Oft on the dappled turf at ease I sit, and play with similes, Loose type of things through all degrees.”
“The streams with softest sound are flowing, The grass you almost hear it growing, You hear it now, if e'er you can.”
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 softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth: Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes, She scans the future with the eye of gods.”
“Either still I find Some imperfection in the chosen theme, Or see of absolute accomplishment Much wanting, so much wanting, in myself, That I recoil and droop, and seek repose In listlessness from vain perplexity, Unprofitably travelling towards the grave.”
“Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground?”
“In truth the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is.”
Source: Poems by William Wordsworth: Including Lyrical Ballads, and the Miscellaneous Pieces of the Author
“A babe, by intercourse of touch I held mute dialogues with my Mother's heart.”
“Bright flower! whose home is everywhere Bold in maternal nature's care And all the long year through the heir Of joy or sorrow, Methinks that there abides in thee Some concord with humanity, Given to no other flower I see The forest through.”
Source: The Poems of William Wordsworth
“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.”
“O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!”
“Enough, if something from our hands have power To live, and act, and serve the future hour; And if, as toward the silent tomb we go, Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, We feel that we are greater than we know.”
“Burn all the statutes and their shelves: They stir us up against our kind; And worse, against ourselves.”
Source: The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: Together with a Description of the Country of the Lakes in the North of England
“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.”
Source: The prelude: with a selection from the shorter poems, the sonnets, The recluse, and The excursion, and three essays on the art of poetry
“Oh there is blessing in this gentle breeze, A visitant that while it fans my cheek Doth seem half-conscious of the joy it brings From the green fields, and from yon azure sky. Whate'er its mission, the soft breeze can come To none more grateful than to me; escaped From the vast city, where I long had pined A discontented sojourner: now free, Free as a bird to settle where I will.”
“Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!”
Source: The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: Together with a Description of the Country of the Lakes in the North of England
“But He is risen, a later star of dawn.”
Source: The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: Together with a Description of the Country of the Lakes in the North of England
“With little here to do or see Of things that in the great world be, Sweet Daisy! oft I talk to thee For thou art worthy, Thou unassuming commonplace Of Nature, with that homely face, And yet with something of a grace Which love makes for thee!”
“On Man, on Nature, and on Human Life, Musing in solitude, I oft perceive Fair trains of images before me rise, Accompanied by feelings of delight Pure, or with no unpleasing sadness mixed.”
“And oft I thought (my fancy was-so strong) That I, at last, a resting-place had found: 'Here: will I dwell,' said I,' my whole life long, Roaming the illimitable waters round; Here will I live, of all but heaven disowned. And end my days upon the peaceful flood - To break my dream the vessel reached its bound; And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.”
Source: The Poems of William Wordsworth
“Pleasures newly found are sweet When they lie about our feet.”
Source: The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Etc
“Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters.”
“Brothers all In honour, as in one community, Scholars and gentlemen.”
“Primroses, the Spring may love them; Summer knows but little of them.”
Source: The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: Together with a Description of the Country of the Lakes in the North of England
“Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows Like harmony in music; there is a dark Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles Discordant elements, makes them cling together In one society.”
“But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.”
“The Primrose for a veil had spread The largest of her upright leaves; And thus for purposes benign, A simple flower deceives.”
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 ...
“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.”
Source: The Collected Poems of William Wordsworth
“Nor will I then thy modest grace forget, Chaste Snow-drop, venturous harbinger of Spring, And pensive monitor of fleeting years!”
Source: The Poems of William Wordsworth
“Wisdom and Spirit of the universe! Thou soul, that art the eternity of thought, And giv'st to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion.”
“The thought of death sits easy on the man Who has been born and dies among the mountains.”
“Rapt into still communion that transcends The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him; it was blessedness and love!”
Source: The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Etc
“Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, Let them live upon their praises.”
Source: Complete Poetical Works
