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“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.”

Quote by William Wordsworth

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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth was an English Romantic poet, born on April 7, 1770, in Cockermouth, and died on April 23, 1850. His poetry is renowned for its depiction of natural landscapes and profound expression of personal emotions and inner world. more

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“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.”

Stills Absolutes Graves Chosen Vain Accomplishment Theme Imperfection Repose Perplexity Recoil

Author:William Wordsworth

“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?”

Heart Eye Care Earth Sky Wings Despise Aspire Nests Pilgrim Ethereal Minstrels

Author:William Wordsworth

“In truth the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is.”

Book:Poems by William Wordsworth: Including Lyrical Ballads, and the Miscellaneous Pieces of the Author

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.”

Heart Mother Dialogue Intercourse Babe Mute

Author:William Wordsworth

“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.”

Years Long Home Care Joy Humanity Given Flower Sorrow Forests Thee Heirs

Book:The Poems of William Wordsworth

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.”

Body Energy Heaven Felt Virtue Creation Sweet Breaths Moved Breeze Tempest Redundant Quickening

Author:William Wordsworth

“O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!”

Remember Joy Fugitive Embers

Author:William Wordsworth

“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.”

Ifs Knows Feels Enough Hands Hours Greater Silent Tombs Transcendent Hope And Faith

Author:William Wordsworth

“Burn all the statutes and their shelves: They stir us up against our kind; And worse, against ourselves.”

Kind Shelves Statutes

Book:The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: Together with a Description of the Country of the Lakes in the North of England

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