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William Wordsworth quotesBorn: 04/07/1770Died: 04/23/1850 Country: united_kingdom |
- [A] mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone. (William Wordsworth) [mind/strange]
- Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility. (William Wordsworth) [poetry/feelings]
- Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present to live better in the future. (William Wordsworth) [life/willpower/past/profit]
- Nature never did betray The heart that loved her. (William Wordsworth) [nature]
- Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity. (William Wordsworth) [suffering/nature]
- In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind. (William Wordsworth) [thoughts/thoughts/mind]
- 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) [pleasure/knowledge/human/society]
- We have within ourselves
Enough to fill the present day with joy,
And overspread the future years with hope. (William Wordsworth) [present/day/joy/future] - Not without hope we suffer and we mourn. (William Wordsworth)
- Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were trouble to my dreams. (William Wordsworth) [men/mind/day/dreams]
- I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more. (William Wordsworth) [music/more]
- The holy time is quiet as a nun
Breathless with adoration. (William Wordsworth) [time] - When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign in solitude. (William Wordsworth) [business/solitude]
- Thought and theory must precede all salutary action; yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory. (William Wordsworth) [action/action]
- Often have I sighed to measure
By myself a lonely pleasure,
Sighed to think, I read a book
Only read, perhaps, by me. (William Wordsworth) [measure/pleasure/think] - We live by admiration, hope and love; and even as these are well and wisely fixed, in dignity of being we ascend. (William Wordsworth) [love/being]
- What are fears but voices airy?
Whispering harm where harm is not.
And deluding the unwary
Till the fatal bolt is shot. (William Wordsworth) - His love was like the liberal air, embracing all, to cheer and bless. (William Wordsworth) [love]
- We live by admiration, hope and love. (William Wordsworth) [love]
- Come forth into the light of things; Let nature be your Teacher. (William Wordsworth) [light/nature]
- How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold. (William Wordsworth) [flower/bloom/flower]
- There is a dark invisible workmanship - that reconciles discordant elements - and makes them move in one society. (William Wordsworth) [society]
- Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. (William Wordsworth)
- What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars. (William Wordsworth)
- That blessed mood in which the burthen of the mystery, in which the heavy and the weary weight of all this unintelligible world is lightened. (William Wordsworth) [heavy/]
- With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things. (William Wordsworth) [power/harmony/power/joy]
- Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more. (William Wordsworth) [high/thinking/more]
- Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face. (William Wordsworth) [nature/face]
- The child is the father of the man. (William Wordsworth) [child]
- This city now doth, like a garment, wear the beauty of the morning; silent bare, ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie open unto the fields and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. (William Wordsworth) [beauty/morning/sky]
- For by superior energies; more strict affiance in each other; faith more firm in their unhallowed principles, the bad have fairly earned a victory over the weak, the vacillating, inconsistent good. (William Wordsworth) [more/faith/more/bad]
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