William Wordsworth

1770 - 1850

A Quote by William Wordsworth on faith

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And 't is my faith, that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: Lines written in Early Spring.

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A Quote by William Wordsworth

Full twenty times was Peter feared, For once that Peter was respected.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: Peter Bell. Part i. Stanza 3.

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A Quote by William Wordsworth on angels, good, life, and men

The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an angel's wing.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: Part iii. v. Walton's Book of Lives.

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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 lies and tears

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To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 11.

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A Quote by William Wordsworth on soul

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The gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: Laodamia.

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A Quote by William Wordsworth on devil

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The bane of all that dread the Devil.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: The Idiot Boy.

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A Quote by William Wordsworth on words

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Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on, Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: The Borderers. Act iv. Sc. 2.

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A Quote by William Wordsworth on divinity and women

Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: To a Young Lady. Dear Child of Nature.

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A Quote by William Wordsworth on kindness and life

Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: Lines completed a few miles above Tintern Abbey.

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