William Wordsworth

1770 - 1850

A Quote by William Wordsworth on quiet and time

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The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: It is a beauteous Evening.

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A Quote by William Wordsworth on food

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And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: Guilt and Sorrow. Stanza 41.

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A Quote by William Wordsworth on beauty, good, innocence, laws, life, peace, purity, religion, and thinking

Plain living and high thinking are no more. The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence, And pure religion breathing household laws.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: O, Friend! I know not which way I must look.

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A Quote by William Wordsworth on horses

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There 's something in a flying horse, There 's something in a huge balloon.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: Peter Bell. Prologue. Stanza 1.

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A Quote by William Wordsworth on boredom, mind, and world

The sightless Milton, with his hair Around his placid temples curled; And Shakespeare at his side,-a freight, If clay could think and mind were weight, For him who bore the world!

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: The Italian Itinerant.

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A Quote by William Wordsworth on creation, day, and imagination

But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: Yarrow Visited.

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A Quote by William Wordsworth on day, death, and perception

At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 5.

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A Quote by William Wordsworth on beginning, birth, children, day, death, dreams, earth, fatherhood, glory, god, heart, heaven, home, joy, lies, life, nature, past, perception, sleep, soul, time, travel, vision, wishes, and youth

"My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So it was when my life began; So it is now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is Father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety." There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream, It is not now as it hath been of yore ;- Turn whereso'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more. . . . . But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth. . . . . 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! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But He beholds the light, and whence it flows, And sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: “Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood”

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A Quote by William Wordsworth

As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: Resolution and Independence. Stanza 4.

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A Quote by William Wordsworth on guilt, mortality, and nature

Those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings, Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 9.

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