William Wordsworth

1770 - 1850

A Quote by William Wordsworth on boredom, heart, and music

The music in my heart I bore Long after it was heard no more.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: The Solitary Reaper.

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A Quote by William Wordsworth on birth, earth, and glory

The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 2.

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A Quote by William Wordsworth

Of blessed consolations in distress.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: Preface to the Excursion. (Edition, 1814.)

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A Quote by William Wordsworth on play

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Oft on the dappled turf at ease I sit, and play with similes, Loose type of things through all degrees.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: To the same Flower.

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A Quote by William Wordsworth on books, loneliness, and pleasure

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 (1770 - 1850)

Source: To the Small Celandine.

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A Quote by William Wordsworth on knowledge and love

Oh, be wiser thou! Instructed that true knowledge leads to love.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: Lines left upon a Seat in a Yew-tree.

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A Quote by William Wordsworth on day

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Oh for a single hour of that Dundee Who on that day the word of onset gave!

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: Sonnet, in the Pass of Killicranky.

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A Quote by William Wordsworth

That heareth not the loud winds when they call, And moveth all together, if it moves at all.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: Resolution and Independence. Stanza 11.

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A Quote by William Wordsworth on beauty, dance, and secrets

The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: Three years she grew in Sun and Shower.

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A Quote by William Wordsworth on faith

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Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

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