William Wordsworth

1770 - 1850

A Quote by William Wordsworth on joy

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And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy because We have been glad of yore.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: The Fountain.

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A Quote by William Wordsworth on company, fear, necessity, and pain

Who, doomed to go in company with Pain And Fear and Bloodshed,-miserable train!- Turns his necessity to glorious gain.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: Character of the Happy Warrior.

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A Quote by William Wordsworth on men

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Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel To self-reproach.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: The Old Cumberland Beggar.

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A Quote by William Wordsworth on feeling

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Alas! how little can a moment show Of an eye where feeling plays In ten thousand dewy rays: A face o'er which a thousand shadows go!

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: The Triad.

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A Quote by William Wordsworth on heart and world

The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: Lines completed a few miles above Tintern Abbey.

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A Quote by William Wordsworth

Drink, pretty creature, drink!

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: The Pet Lamb.

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A Quote by William Wordsworth

The Eagle, he was lord above, And Rob was lord below.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: Rob Roy's Grave.

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A Quote by William Wordsworth on motherhood

One that would peep and botanize Upon his mother's grave.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: A Poet's Epitaph. Stanza 5.

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A Quote by William Wordsworth on death, life, and nature

As in the eye of Nature he has lived, So in the eye of Nature let him die!

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: The Old Cumberland Beggar.

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A Quote by William Wordsworth on caring, fear, heart, humility, joy, love, tears, and thought

She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; And humble cares, and delicate fears; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears; And love and thought and joy.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: The Sparrow's Nest.

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