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William Wordsworth (7 April 1770 23 April 1850) was an English Romantic poet who, with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, helped to launch the Romantic Age in English literature with their joint publication Lyrical Ballads (1798). Wordsworth's magnum opus is generally considered to be The Prelude, a semi-autobiographical poem of his early years that he revised and expanded a number of times. It was posthumously titled and published by his wife in the year of his death, before which it was generally known as "the poem to Coleridge". Wordsworth was Britain's poet laureate from 1843 until his death from pleurisy on 23 April 1850.


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1.ww_-_0-_The_White_Doe_Of_Rylstone,_Or,_The_Fate_Of_The_Nortons_-_Dedication
1.ww_-_1-_The_White_Doe_Of_Rylstone,_Or,_The_Fate_Of_The_Nortons
1.ww_-_2-_The_White_Doe_Of_Rylstone,_Or,_The_Fate_Of_The_Nortons
1.ww_-_3-_The_White_Doe_Of_Rylstone,_Or,_The_Fate_Of_The_Nortons
1.ww_-_4-_The_White_Doe_Of_Rylstone,_Or,_The_Fate_Of_The_Nortons
1.ww_-_5-_The_White_Doe_Of_Rylstone,_Or,_The_Fate_Of_The_Nortons
1.ww_-_6-_The_White_Doe_Of_Rylstone,_Or,_The_Fate_Of_The_Nortons
1.ww_-_7-_The_White_Doe_Of_Rylstone,_Or,_The_Fate_Of_The_Nortons
1.ww_-_A_Character
1.ww_-_A_Complaint
1.ww_-_Address_To_A_Child_During_A_Boisterous_Winter_By_My_Sister
1.ww_-_Address_To_Kilchurn_Castle,_Upon_Loch_Awe
1.ww_-_Address_To_My_Infant_Daughter
1.ww_-_Address_To_The_Scholars_Of_The_Village_School_Of_---
1.ww_-_Admonition
1.ww_-_Advance__Come_Forth_From_Thy_Tyrolean_Ground
1.ww_-_A_Fact,_And_An_Imagination,_Or,_Canute_And_Alfred,_On_The_Seashore
1.ww_-_A_Farewell
1.ww_-_A_Flower_Garden_At_Coleorton_Hall,_Leicestershire.
1.ww_-_After-Thought
1.ww_-_A_Gravestone_Upon_The_Floor_In_The_Cloisters_Of_Worcester_Cathedral
1.ww_-_Ah!_Where_Is_Palafox?_Nor_Tongue_Nor_Pen
1.ww_-_A_Jewish_Family_In_A_Small_Valley_Opposite_St._Goar,_Upon_The_Rhine
1.ww_-_Alas!_What_Boots_The_Long_Laborious_Quest
1.ww_-_Alice_Fell,_Or_Poverty
1.ww_-_Among_All_Lovely_Things_My_Love_Had_Been
1.ww_-_A_Morning_Exercise
1.ww_-_A_Narrow_Girdle_Of_Rough_Stones_And_Crags,
1.ww_-_And_Is_It_Among_Rude_Untutored_Dales
1.ww_-_Andrew_Jones
1.ww_-_Anecdote_For_Fathers
1.ww_-_An_Evening_Walk
1.ww_-_A_Night-Piece
1.ww_-_A_Night_Thought
1.ww_-_Animal_Tranquility_And_Decay
1.ww_-_Anticipation,_October_1803
1.ww_-_A_Parsonage_In_Oxfordshire
1.ww_-_A_Poet!_He_Hath_Put_His_Heart_To_School
1.ww_-_A_Poet's_Epitaph
1.ww_-_A_Prophecy._February_1807
1.ww_-_Argument_For_Suicide
1.ww_-_Artegal_And_Elidure
1.ww_-_As_faith_thus_sanctified_the_warrior's_crest
1.ww_-_A_Sketch
1.ww_-_A_Slumber_did_my_Spirit_Seal
1.ww_-_At_Applewaite,_Near_Keswick_1804
1.ww_-_Avaunt_All_Specious_Pliancy_Of_Mind
1.ww_-_A_Whirl-Blast_From_Behind_The_Hill
1.ww_-_A_Wren's_Nest
1.ww_-_Beggars
1.ww_-_Behold_Vale!_I_Said,_When_I_Shall_Con
1.ww_-_Book_Eighth-_Retrospect--Love_Of_Nature_Leading_To_Love_Of_Man
1.ww_-_Book_Eleventh-_France_[concluded]
1.ww_-_Book_Fifth-Books
1.ww_-_Book_First_[Introduction-Childhood_and_School_Time]
1.ww_-_Book_Fourteenth_[conclusion]
1.ww_-_Book_Fourth_[Summer_Vacation]
1.ww_-_Book_Ninth_[Residence_in_France]
1.ww_-_Book_Second_[School-Time_Continued]
1.ww_-_Book_Seventh_[Residence_in_London]
1.ww_-_Book_Sixth_[Cambridge_and_the_Alps]
1.ww_-_Book_Tenth_{Residence_in_France_continued]
1.ww_-_Book_Third_[Residence_at_Cambridge]
1.ww_-_Book_Thirteenth_[Imagination_And_Taste,_How_Impaired_And_Restored_Concluded]
1.ww_-_Book_Twelfth_[Imagination_And_Taste,_How_Impaired_And_Restored_]
1.ww_-_Bothwell_Castle
1.ww_-_Brave_Schill!_By_Death_Delivered
1.ww_-_British_Freedom
1.ww_-_Brook!_Whose_Society_The_Poet_Seeks
1.ww_-_By_Moscow_Self-Devoted_To_A_Blaze
1.ww_-_By_The_Seaside
1.ww_-_By_The_Side_Of_The_Grave_Some_Years_After
1.ww_-_Calais-_August_15,_1802
1.ww_-_Calais-_August_1802
1.ww_-_Call_Not_The_Royal_Swede_Unfortunate
1.ww_-_Calm_is_all_Nature_as_a_Resting_Wheel.
1.ww_-_Characteristics_Of_A_Child_Three_Years_Old
1.ww_-_Character_Of_The_Happy_Warrior
1.ww_-_Composed_After_A_Journey_Across_The_Hambleton_Hills,_Yorkshire
1.ww_-_Composed_At_The_Same_Time_And_On_The_Same_Occasion
1.ww_-_Composed_By_The_Sea-Side,_Near_Calais,_August_1802
1.ww_-_Composed_By_The_Side_Of_Grasmere_Lake_1806
1.ww_-_Composed_During_A_Storm
1.ww_-_Composed_In_The_Valley_Near_Dover,_On_The_Day_Of_Landing
1.ww_-_Composed_Near_Calais,_On_The_Road_Leading_To_Ardres,_August_7,_1802
1.ww_-_Composed_on_The_Eve_Of_The_Marriage_Of_A_Friend_In_The_Vale_Of_Grasmere
1.ww_-_Composed_Upon_Westminster_Bridge,_September_3,_1802
1.ww_-_Composed_While_The_Author_Was_Engaged_In_Writing_A_Tract_Occasioned_By_The_Convention_Of_Cintra
1.ww_-_Crusaders
1.ww_-_Daffodils
1.ww_-_Dion_[See_Plutarch]
1.ww_-_Elegiac_Stanzas_In_Memory_Of_My_Brother,_John_Commander_Of_The_E._I._Companys_Ship_The_Earl_Of_Aber
1.ww_-_Elegiac_Stanzas_Suggested_By_A_Picture_Of_Peele_Castle
1.ww_-_Ellen_Irwin_Or_The_Braes_Of_Kirtle
1.ww_-_Emperors_And_Kings,_How_Oft_Have_Temples_Rung
1.ww_-_England!_The_Time_Is_Come_When_Thou_Shouldst_Wean
1.ww_-_Epitaphs_Translated_From_Chiabrera
1.ww_-_Even_As_A_Dragons_Eye_That_Feels_The_Stress
1.ww_-_Expostulation_and_Reply
1.ww_-_Extempore_Effusion_upon_the_Death_of_James_Hogg
1.ww_-_Extract_From_The_Conclusion_Of_A_Poem_Composed_In_Anticipation_Of_Leaving_School
1.ww_-_Feelings_of_A_French_Royalist,_On_The_Disinterment_Of_The_Remains_Of_The_Duke_DEnghien
1.ww_-_Feelings_Of_A_Noble_Biscayan_At_One_Of_Those_Funerals
1.ww_-_Feelings_Of_The_Tyrolese
1.ww_-_Fidelity
1.ww_-_Foresight
1.ww_-_For_The_Spot_Where_The_Hermitage_Stood_On_St._Herbert's_Island,_Derwentwater.
1.ww_-_From_The_Cuckoo_And_The_Nightingale
1.ww_-_From_The_Dark_Chambers_Of_Dejection_Freed
1.ww_-_From_The_Italian_Of_Michael_Angelo
1.ww_-_George_and_Sarah_Green
1.ww_-_Gipsies
1.ww_-_Goody_Blake_And_Harry_Gill
1.ww_-_Great_Men_Have_Been_Among_Us
1.ww_-_Guilt_And_Sorrow,_Or,_Incidents_Upon_Salisbury_Plain
1.ww_-_Hail-_Twilight,_Sovereign_Of_One_Peaceful_Hour
1.ww_-_Hail-_Zaragoza!_If_With_Unwet_eye
1.ww_-_Hart-Leap_Well
1.ww_-_Here_Pause-_The_Poet_Claims_At_Least_This_Praise
1.ww_-_Her_Eyes_Are_Wild
1.ww_-_Hint_From_The_Mountains_For_Certain_Political_Pretenders
1.ww_-_Hoffer
1.ww_-_How_Sweet_It_Is,_When_Mother_Fancy_Rocks
1.ww_-_I_Grieved_For_Buonaparte
1.ww_-_I_Know_an_Aged_Man_Constrained_to_Dwell
1.ww_-_Incident_Characteristic_Of_A_Favorite_Dog
1.ww_-_Indignation_Of_A_High-Minded_Spaniard
1.ww_-_In_Due_Observance_Of_An_Ancient_Rite
1.ww_-_Influence_of_Natural_Objects
1.ww_-_Inscriptions_For_A_Seat_In_The_Groves_Of_Coleorton
1.ww_-_Inscriptions_In_The_Ground_Of_Coleorton,_The_Seat_Of_Sir_George_Beaumont,_Bart.,_Leicestershire
1.ww_-_Inscriptions_Written_with_a_Slate_Pencil_upon_a_Stone
1.ww_-_Inside_of_King's_College_Chapel,_Cambridge
1.ww_-_In_The_Pass_Of_Killicranky
1.ww_-_Invocation_To_The_Earth,_February_1816
1.ww_-_Is_There_A_Power_That_Can_Sustain_And_Cheer
1.ww_-_It_Is_a_Beauteous_Evening
1.ww_-_It_Is_No_Spirit_Who_From_Heaven_Hath_Flown
1.ww_-_I_Travelled_among_Unknown_Men
1.ww_-_It_was_an_April_morning-_fresh_and_clear
1.ww_-_Lament_Of_Mary_Queen_Of_Scots
1.ww_-_Laodamia
1.ww_-_Lines_Composed_a_Few_Miles_above_Tintern_Abbey
1.ww_-_Lines_Left_Upon_The_Seat_Of_A_Yew-Tree,
1.ww_-_Lines_On_The_Expected_Invasion,_1803
1.ww_-_Lines_Written_As_A_School_Exercise_At_Hawkshead,_Anno_Aetatis_14
1.ww_-_Lines_Written_In_Early_Spring
1.ww_-_Lines_Written_On_A_Blank_Leaf_In_A_Copy_Of_The_Authors_Poem_The_Excursion,
1.ww_-_London,_1802
1.ww_-_Look_Now_On_That_Adventurer_Who_Hath_Paid
1.ww_-_Louisa-_After_Accompanying_Her_On_A_Mountain_Excursion
1.ww_-_Lucy
1.ww_-_Lucy_Gray_[or_Solitude]
1.ww_-_Mark_The_Concentrated_Hazels_That_Enclose
1.ww_-_Maternal_Grief
1.ww_-_Matthew
1.ww_-_Memorials_Of_A_Tour_In_Scotland
1.ww_-_Memorials_Of_A_Tour_In_Scotland-_1803
1.ww_-_Memorials_of_A_Tour_In_Scotland-_1803_I._Departure_From_The_Vale_Of_Grasmere,_August_1803
1.ww_-_Memorials_Of_A_Tour_In_Scotland-_1803_XII._Sonnet_Composed_At_----_Castle
1.ww_-_Memorials_Of_A_Tour_In_Scotland-_1803_XII._Yarrow_Unvisited
1.ww_-_Memorials_Of_A_Tour_In_Scotland-_1803_XIV._Fly,_Some_Kind_Haringer,_To_Grasmere-Dale
1.ww_-_Memorials_Of_A_Tour_In_Scotland-_1803_X._Rob_Roys_Grave
1.ww_-_Memorials_Of_A_Tour_In_Scotland-_1814_I._Suggested_By_A_Beautiful_Ruin_Upon_One_Of_The_Islands_Of_Lo
1.ww_-_Memorials_Of_A_Tour_Of_Scotland-_1803_VI._Glen-Almain,_Or,_The_Narrow_Glen
1.ww_-_Memory
1.ww_-_Methought_I_Saw_The_Footsteps_Of_A_Throne
1.ww_-_Michael_Angelo_In_Reply_To_The_Passage_Upon_His_Staute_Of_Sleeping_Night
1.ww_-_Michael-_A_Pastoral_Poem
1.ww_-_Minstrels
1.ww_-_Most_Sweet_it_is
1.ww_-_Mutability
1.ww_-_November,_1806
1.ww_-_November_1813
1.ww_-_Nuns_Fret_Not_at_Their_Convent's_Narrow_Room
1.ww_-_Nutting
1.ww_-_Occasioned_By_The_Battle_Of_Waterloo_February_1816
1.ww_-_October,_1803
1.ww_-_October_1803
1.ww_-_Ode
1.ww_-_Ode_Composed_On_A_May_Morning
1.ww_-_Ode_on_Intimations_of_Immortality
1.ww_-_Ode_to_Duty
1.ww_-_Ode_To_Lycoris._May_1817
1.ww_-_Oer_The_Wide_Earth,_On_Mountain_And_On_Plain
1.ww_-_Oerweening_Statesmen_Have_Full_Long_Relied
1.ww_-_On_A_Celebrated_Event_In_Ancient_History
1.ww_-_O_Nightingale!_Thou_Surely_Art
1.ww_-_On_the_Departure_of_Sir_Walter_Scott_from_Abbotsford
1.ww_-_On_the_Extinction_of_the_Venetian_Republic
1.ww_-_On_The_Final_Submission_Of_The_Tyrolese
1.ww_-_On_The_Same_Occasion
1.ww_-_Personal_Talk
1.ww_-_Picture_of_Daniel_in_the_Lion's_Den_at_Hamilton_Palace
1.ww_-_Power_Of_Music
1.ww_-_Remembrance_Of_Collins
1.ww_-_Repentance
1.ww_-_Resolution_And_Independence
1.ww_-_Rural_Architecture
1.ww_-_Ruth
1.ww_-_Say,_What_Is_Honour?--Tis_The_Finest_Sense
1.ww_-_Scorn_Not_The_Sonnet
1.ww_-_September_1,_1802
1.ww_-_September_1815
1.ww_-_September,_1819
1.ww_-_She_Was_A_Phantom_Of_Delight
1.ww_-_Siege_Of_Vienna_Raised_By_Jihn_Sobieski
1.ww_-_Simon_Lee-_The_Old_Huntsman
1.ww_-_Song_at_the_Feast_of_Brougham_Castle
1.ww_-_Song_Of_The_Spinning_Wheel
1.ww_-_Song_Of_The_Wandering_Jew
1.ww_-_Sonnet-_It_is_not_to_be_thought_of
1.ww_-_Sonnet-_On_seeing_Miss_Helen_Maria_Williams_weep_at_a_tale_of_distress
1.ww_-_Spanish_Guerillas
1.ww_-_Stanzas
1.ww_-_Stanzas_Written_In_My_Pocket_Copy_Of_Thomsons_Castle_Of_Indolence
1.ww_-_Star-Gazers
1.ww_-_Stepping_Westward
1.ww_-_Strange_Fits_of_Passion_Have_I_Known
1.ww_-_Stray_Pleasures
1.ww_-_Surprised_By_Joy
1.ww_-_Sweet_Was_The_Walk
1.ww_-_The_Affliction_Of_Margaret
1.ww_-_The_Birth_Of_Love
1.ww_-_The_Brothers
1.ww_-_The_Childless_Father
1.ww_-_The_Complaint_Of_A_Forsaken_Indian_Woman
1.ww_-_The_Cottager_To_Her_Infant
1.ww_-_The_Danish_Boy
1.ww_-_The_Eagle_and_the_Dove
1.ww_-_The_Emigrant_Mother
1.ww_-_The_Excursion-_I-_Dedication-_To_the_Right_Hon.William,_Earl_of_Lonsdalee,_K.G.
1.ww_-_The_Excursion-_II-_Book_First-_The_Wanderer
1.ww_-_The_Excursion-_IV-_Book_Third-_Despondency
1.ww_-_The_Excursion-_IX-_Book_Eighth-_The_Parsonage
1.ww_-_The_Excursion-_V-_Book_Fouth-_Despondency_Corrected
1.ww_-_The_Excursion-_VII-_Book_Sixth-_The_Churchyard_Among_the_Mountains
1.ww_-_The_Excursion-_X-_Book_Ninth-_Discourse_of_the_Wanderer,_and_an_Evening_Visit_to_the_Lake
1.ww_-_The_Fairest,_Brightest,_Hues_Of_Ether_Fade
1.ww_-_The_Farmer_Of_Tilsbury_Vale
1.ww_-_The_Fary_Chasm
1.ww_-_The_Force_Of_Prayer,_Or,_The_Founding_Of_Bolton,_A_Tradition
1.ww_-_The_Forsaken
1.ww_-_The_Fountain
1.ww_-_The_French_And_the_Spanish_Guerillas
1.ww_-_The_French_Army_In_Russia,_1812-13
1.ww_-_The_French_Revolution_as_it_appeared_to_Enthusiasts
1.ww_-_The_Germans_On_The_Heighs_Of_Hochheim
1.ww_-_The_Green_Linnet
1.ww_-_The_Happy_Warrior
1.ww_-_The_Highland_Broach
1.ww_-_The_Horn_Of_Egremont_Castle
1.ww_-_The_Idiot_Boy
1.ww_-_The_Idle_Shepherd_Boys
1.ww_-_The_King_Of_Sweden
1.ww_-_The_Kitten_And_Falling_Leaves
1.ww_-_The_Last_Of_The_Flock
1.ww_-_The_Last_Supper,_by_Leonardo_da_Vinci,_in_the_Refectory_of_the_Convent_of_Maria_della_GraziaMilan
1.ww_-_The_Longest_Day
1.ww_-_The_Martial_Courage_Of_A_Day_Is_Vain
1.ww_-_The_Morning_Of_The_Day_Appointed_For_A_General_Thanksgiving._January_18,_1816
1.ww_-_The_Mother's_Return
1.ww_-_The_Oak_And_The_Broom
1.ww_-_The_Oak_Of_Guernica_Supposed_Address_To_The_Same
1.ww_-_The_Old_Cumberland_Beggar
1.ww_-_The_Passing_of_the_Elder_Bards
1.ww_-_The_Pet-Lamb
1.ww_-_The_Power_of_Armies_is_a_Visible_Thing
1.ww_-_The_Prelude,_Book_1-_Childhood_And_School-Time
1.ww_-_The_Primrose_of_the_Rock
1.ww_-_The_Prioresss_Tale_[from_Chaucer]
1.ww_-_The_Recluse_-_Book_First
1.ww_-_The_Redbreast_Chasing_The_Butterfly
1.ww_-_There_Is_A_Bondage_Worse,_Far_Worse,_To_Bear
1.ww_-_There_is_an_Eminence,--of_these_our_hills
1.ww_-_The_Reverie_of_Poor_Susan
1.ww_-_There_Was_A_Boy
1.ww_-_The_Sailor's_Mother
1.ww_-_The_Seven_Sisters
1.ww_-_The_Shepherd,_Looking_Eastward,_Softly_Said
1.ww_-_The_Simplon_Pass
1.ww_-_The_Solitary_Reaper
1.ww_-_The_Sonnet_Ii
1.ww_-_The_Sparrow's_Nest
1.ww_-_The_Stars_Are_Mansions_Built_By_Nature's_Hand
1.ww_-_The_Sun_Has_Long_Been_Set
1.ww_-_The_Tables_Turned
1.ww_-_The_Thorn
1.ww_-_The_Trosachs
1.ww_-_The_Two_April_Mornings
1.ww_-_The_Two_Thieves-_Or,_The_Last_Stage_Of_Avarice
1.ww_-_The_Vaudois
1.ww_-_The_Virgin
1.ww_-_The_Waggoner_-_Canto_First
1.ww_-_The_Waggoner_-_Canto_Fourth
1.ww_-_The_Waggoner_-_Canto_Second
1.ww_-_The_Waggoner_-_Canto_Third
1.ww_-_The_Waterfall_And_The_Eglantine
1.ww_-_The_Wishing_Gate_Destroyed
1.ww_-_The_World_Is_Too_Much_With_Us
1.ww_-_Those_Words_Were_Uttered_As_In_Pensive_Mood
1.ww_-_Though_Narrow_Be_That_Old_Mans_Cares_.
1.ww_-_Thought_Of_A_Briton_On_The_Subjugation_Of_Switzerland
1.ww_-_Three_Years_She_Grew_in_Sun_and_Shower
1.ww_-_To_A_Butterfly
1.ww_-_To_A_Butterfly_(2)
1.ww_-_To_A_Distant_Friend
1.ww_-_To_a_Highland_Girl_(At_Inversneyde,_upon_Loch_Lomond)
1.ww_-_To_A_Sexton
1.ww_-_To_a_Sky-Lark
1.ww_-_To_a_Skylark
1.ww_-_To_A_Young_Lady_Who_Had_Been_Reproached_For_Taking_Long_Walks_In_The_Country
1.ww_-_To_B._R._Haydon
1.ww_-_To_Dora
1.ww_-_To_H._C.
1.ww_-_To_Joanna
1.ww_-_To_Lady_Beaumont
1.ww_-_To_Lady_Eleanor_Butler_and_the_Honourable_Miss_Ponsonby,
1.ww_-_To_Mary
1.ww_-_To_May
1.ww_-_To_M.H.
1.ww_-_To_My_Sister
1.ww_-_To--_On_Her_First_Ascent_To_The_Summit_Of_Helvellyn
1.ww_-_To_Sir_George_Howland_Beaumont,_Bart_From_the_South-West_Coast_Or_Cumberland_1811
1.ww_-_To_Sleep
1.ww_-_To_The_Cuckoo
1.ww_-_To_The_Daisy
1.ww_-_To_The_Daisy_(2)
1.ww_-_To_The_Daisy_(Fourth_Poem)
1.ww_-_To_The_Daisy_(Third_Poem)
1.ww_-_To_The_Memory_Of_Raisley_Calvert
1.ww_-_To_The_Men_Of_Kent
1.ww_-_To_The_Poet,_John_Dyer
1.ww_-_To_The_Same_Flower
1.ww_-_To_The_Same_Flower_(Second_Poem)
1.ww_-_To_The_Same_(John_Dyer)
1.ww_-_To_The_Small_Celandine
1.ww_-_To_The_Spade_Of_A_Friend_(An_Agriculturist)
1.ww_-_To_The_Supreme_Being_From_The_Italian_Of_Michael_Angelo
1.ww_-_To_Thomas_Clarkson
1.ww_-_To_Toussaint_LOuverture
1.ww_-_Translation_Of_Part_Of_The_First_Book_Of_The_Aeneid
1.ww_-_Tribute_To_The_Memory_Of_The_Same_Dog
1.ww_-_Troilus_And_Cresida
1.ww_-_Upon_Perusing_The_Forgoing_Epistle_Thirty_Years_After_Its_Composition
1.ww_-_Upon_The_Punishment_Of_Death
1.ww_-_Upon_The_Same_Event
1.ww_-_Upon_The_Sight_Of_A_Beautiful_Picture_Painted_By_Sir_G._H._Beaumont,_Bart
1.ww_-_Vaudracour_And_Julia
1.ww_-_Vernal_Ode
1.ww_-_View_From_The_Top_Of_Black_Comb
1.ww_-_Waldenses
1.ww_-_Water-Fowl_Observed_Frequently_Over_The_Lakes_Of_Rydal_And_Grasmere
1.ww_-_Weak_Is_The_Will_Of_Man,_His_Judgement_Blind
1.ww_-_We_Are_Seven
1.ww_-_When_I_Have_Borne_In_Memory
1.ww_-_When_To_The_Attractions_Of_The_Busy_World
1.ww_-_Where_Lies_The_Land_To_Which_Yon_Ship_Must_Go?
1.ww_-_Who_Fancied_What_A_Pretty_Sight
1.ww_-_With_How_Sad_Steps,_O_Moon,_Thou_Climb'st_the_Sky
1.ww_-_With_Ships_the_Sea_was_Sprinkled_Far_and_Nigh
1.ww_-_Written_In_A_Blank_Leaf_Of_Macpherson's_Ossian
1.ww_-_Written_In_Germany_On_One_Of_The_Coldest_Days_Of_The_Century
1.ww_-_Written_in_London._September,_1802
1.ww_-_Written_in_March
1.ww_-_Written_In_Very_Early_Youth
1.ww_-_Written_Upon_A_Blank_Leaf_In_The_Complete_Angler.
1.ww_-_Written_With_A_Pencil_Upon_A_Stone_In_The_Wall_Of_The_House,_On_The_Island_At_Grasmere
1.ww_-_Written_With_A_Slate_Pencil_On_A_Stone,_On_The_Side_Of_The_Mountain_Of_Black_Comb
1.ww_-_Yarrow_Revisited
1.ww_-_Yarrow_Unvisited
1.ww_-_Yarrow_Visited
1.ww_-_Yes,_It_Was_The_Mountain_Echo
1.ww_-_Yes!_Thou_Art_Fair,_Yet_Be_Not_Moved
1.ww_-_Yew-Trees
1.ww_-_Young_England--What_Is_Then_Become_Of_Old

IN CHAPTERS TEXT
1.ww_-_0-_The_White_Doe_Of_Rylstone,_Or,_The_Fate_Of_The_Nortons_-_Dedication
1.ww_-_1-_The_White_Doe_Of_Rylstone,_Or,_The_Fate_Of_The_Nortons
1.ww_-_2-_The_White_Doe_Of_Rylstone,_Or,_The_Fate_Of_The_Nortons
1.ww_-_3-_The_White_Doe_Of_Rylstone,_Or,_The_Fate_Of_The_Nortons
1.ww_-_4-_The_White_Doe_Of_Rylstone,_Or,_The_Fate_Of_The_Nortons
1.ww_-_5-_The_White_Doe_Of_Rylstone,_Or,_The_Fate_Of_The_Nortons
1.ww_-_6-_The_White_Doe_Of_Rylstone,_Or,_The_Fate_Of_The_Nortons
1.ww_-_7-_The_White_Doe_Of_Rylstone,_Or,_The_Fate_Of_The_Nortons
1.ww_-_A_Character
1.ww_-_A_Complaint
1.ww_-_Address_To_A_Child_During_A_Boisterous_Winter_By_My_Sister
1.ww_-_Address_To_Kilchurn_Castle,_Upon_Loch_Awe
1.ww_-_Address_To_My_Infant_Daughter
1.ww_-_Address_To_The_Scholars_Of_The_Village_School_Of_---
1.ww_-_Admonition
1.ww_-_Advance__Come_Forth_From_Thy_Tyrolean_Ground
1.ww_-_A_Fact,_And_An_Imagination,_Or,_Canute_And_Alfred,_On_The_Seashore
1.ww_-_A_Farewell
1.ww_-_A_Flower_Garden_At_Coleorton_Hall,_Leicestershire.
1.ww_-_After-Thought
1.ww_-_A_Gravestone_Upon_The_Floor_In_The_Cloisters_Of_Worcester_Cathedral
1.ww_-_Ah!_Where_Is_Palafox?_Nor_Tongue_Nor_Pen
1.ww_-_A_Jewish_Family_In_A_Small_Valley_Opposite_St._Goar,_Upon_The_Rhine
1.ww_-_Alas!_What_Boots_The_Long_Laborious_Quest
1.ww_-_Alice_Fell,_Or_Poverty
1.ww_-_Among_All_Lovely_Things_My_Love_Had_Been
1.ww_-_A_Morning_Exercise
1.ww_-_A_Narrow_Girdle_Of_Rough_Stones_And_Crags,
1.ww_-_And_Is_It_Among_Rude_Untutored_Dales
1.ww_-_Andrew_Jones
1.ww_-_Anecdote_For_Fathers
1.ww_-_An_Evening_Walk
1.ww_-_A_Night-Piece
1.ww_-_A_Night_Thought
1.ww_-_Animal_Tranquility_And_Decay
1.ww_-_Anticipation,_October_1803
1.ww_-_A_Parsonage_In_Oxfordshire
1.ww_-_A_Poet!_He_Hath_Put_His_Heart_To_School
1.ww_-_A_Poet's_Epitaph
1.ww_-_A_Prophecy._February_1807
1.ww_-_Argument_For_Suicide
1.ww_-_Artegal_And_Elidure
1.ww_-_As_faith_thus_sanctified_the_warrior's_crest
1.ww_-_A_Sketch
1.ww_-_A_Slumber_did_my_Spirit_Seal
1.ww_-_At_Applewaite,_Near_Keswick_1804
1.ww_-_Avaunt_All_Specious_Pliancy_Of_Mind
1.ww_-_A_Whirl-Blast_From_Behind_The_Hill
1.ww_-_A_Wren's_Nest
1.ww_-_Beggars
1.ww_-_Behold_Vale!_I_Said,_When_I_Shall_Con
1.ww_-_Book_Eighth-_Retrospect--Love_Of_Nature_Leading_To_Love_Of_Man
1.ww_-_Book_Eleventh-_France_[concluded]
1.ww_-_Book_Fifth-Books
1.ww_-_Book_First_[Introduction-Childhood_and_School_Time]
1.ww_-_Book_Fourteenth_[conclusion]
1.ww_-_Book_Fourth_[Summer_Vacation]
1.ww_-_Book_Ninth_[Residence_in_France]
1.ww_-_Book_Second_[School-Time_Continued]
1.ww_-_Book_Seventh_[Residence_in_London]
1.ww_-_Book_Sixth_[Cambridge_and_the_Alps]
1.ww_-_Book_Tenth_{Residence_in_France_continued]
1.ww_-_Book_Third_[Residence_at_Cambridge]
1.ww_-_Book_Thirteenth_[Imagination_And_Taste,_How_Impaired_And_Restored_Concluded]
1.ww_-_Book_Twelfth_[Imagination_And_Taste,_How_Impaired_And_Restored_]
1.ww_-_Bothwell_Castle
1.ww_-_Brave_Schill!_By_Death_Delivered
1.ww_-_British_Freedom
1.ww_-_Brook!_Whose_Society_The_Poet_Seeks
1.ww_-_By_Moscow_Self-Devoted_To_A_Blaze
1.ww_-_By_The_Seaside
1.ww_-_By_The_Side_Of_The_Grave_Some_Years_After
1.ww_-_Calais-_August_15,_1802
1.ww_-_Calais-_August_1802
1.ww_-_Call_Not_The_Royal_Swede_Unfortunate
1.ww_-_Calm_is_all_Nature_as_a_Resting_Wheel.
1.ww_-_Characteristics_Of_A_Child_Three_Years_Old
1.ww_-_Character_Of_The_Happy_Warrior
1.ww_-_Composed_After_A_Journey_Across_The_Hambleton_Hills,_Yorkshire
1.ww_-_Composed_At_The_Same_Time_And_On_The_Same_Occasion
1.ww_-_Composed_By_The_Sea-Side,_Near_Calais,_August_1802
1.ww_-_Composed_By_The_Side_Of_Grasmere_Lake_1806
1.ww_-_Composed_During_A_Storm
1.ww_-_Composed_In_The_Valley_Near_Dover,_On_The_Day_Of_Landing
1.ww_-_Composed_Near_Calais,_On_The_Road_Leading_To_Ardres,_August_7,_1802
1.ww_-_Composed_on_The_Eve_Of_The_Marriage_Of_A_Friend_In_The_Vale_Of_Grasmere
1.ww_-_Composed_Upon_Westminster_Bridge,_September_3,_1802
1.ww_-_Composed_While_The_Author_Was_Engaged_In_Writing_A_Tract_Occasioned_By_The_Convention_Of_Cintra
1.ww_-_Crusaders
1.ww_-_Daffodils
1.ww_-_Dion_[See_Plutarch]
1.ww_-_Elegiac_Stanzas_In_Memory_Of_My_Brother,_John_Commander_Of_The_E._I._Companys_Ship_The_Earl_Of_Aber
1.ww_-_Elegiac_Stanzas_Suggested_By_A_Picture_Of_Peele_Castle
1.ww_-_Ellen_Irwin_Or_The_Braes_Of_Kirtle
1.ww_-_Emperors_And_Kings,_How_Oft_Have_Temples_Rung
1.ww_-_England!_The_Time_Is_Come_When_Thou_Shouldst_Wean
1.ww_-_Epitaphs_Translated_From_Chiabrera
1.ww_-_Even_As_A_Dragons_Eye_That_Feels_The_Stress
1.ww_-_Expostulation_and_Reply
1.ww_-_Extempore_Effusion_upon_the_Death_of_James_Hogg
1.ww_-_Extract_From_The_Conclusion_Of_A_Poem_Composed_In_Anticipation_Of_Leaving_School
1.ww_-_Feelings_of_A_French_Royalist,_On_The_Disinterment_Of_The_Remains_Of_The_Duke_DEnghien
1.ww_-_Feelings_Of_A_Noble_Biscayan_At_One_Of_Those_Funerals
1.ww_-_Feelings_Of_The_Tyrolese
1.ww_-_Fidelity
1.ww_-_Foresight
1.ww_-_For_The_Spot_Where_The_Hermitage_Stood_On_St._Herbert's_Island,_Derwentwater.
1.ww_-_From_The_Cuckoo_And_The_Nightingale
1.ww_-_From_The_Dark_Chambers_Of_Dejection_Freed
1.ww_-_From_The_Italian_Of_Michael_Angelo
1.ww_-_George_and_Sarah_Green
1.ww_-_Gipsies
1.ww_-_Goody_Blake_And_Harry_Gill
1.ww_-_Great_Men_Have_Been_Among_Us
1.ww_-_Guilt_And_Sorrow,_Or,_Incidents_Upon_Salisbury_Plain
1.ww_-_Hail-_Twilight,_Sovereign_Of_One_Peaceful_Hour
1.ww_-_Hail-_Zaragoza!_If_With_Unwet_eye
1.ww_-_Hart-Leap_Well
1.ww_-_Here_Pause-_The_Poet_Claims_At_Least_This_Praise
1.ww_-_Her_Eyes_Are_Wild
1.ww_-_Hint_From_The_Mountains_For_Certain_Political_Pretenders
1.ww_-_Hoffer
1.ww_-_How_Sweet_It_Is,_When_Mother_Fancy_Rocks
1.ww_-_I_Grieved_For_Buonaparte
1.ww_-_I_Know_an_Aged_Man_Constrained_to_Dwell
1.ww_-_Incident_Characteristic_Of_A_Favorite_Dog
1.ww_-_Indignation_Of_A_High-Minded_Spaniard
1.ww_-_In_Due_Observance_Of_An_Ancient_Rite
1.ww_-_Influence_of_Natural_Objects
1.ww_-_Inscriptions_For_A_Seat_In_The_Groves_Of_Coleorton
1.ww_-_Inscriptions_In_The_Ground_Of_Coleorton,_The_Seat_Of_Sir_George_Beaumont,_Bart.,_Leicestershire
1.ww_-_Inscriptions_Written_with_a_Slate_Pencil_upon_a_Stone
1.ww_-_Inside_of_King's_College_Chapel,_Cambridge
1.ww_-_In_The_Pass_Of_Killicranky
1.ww_-_Invocation_To_The_Earth,_February_1816
1.ww_-_Is_There_A_Power_That_Can_Sustain_And_Cheer
1.ww_-_It_Is_a_Beauteous_Evening
1.ww_-_It_Is_No_Spirit_Who_From_Heaven_Hath_Flown
1.ww_-_I_Travelled_among_Unknown_Men
1.ww_-_It_was_an_April_morning-_fresh_and_clear
1.ww_-_Lament_Of_Mary_Queen_Of_Scots
1.ww_-_Laodamia
1.ww_-_Lines_Composed_a_Few_Miles_above_Tintern_Abbey
1.ww_-_Lines_Left_Upon_The_Seat_Of_A_Yew-Tree,
1.ww_-_Lines_On_The_Expected_Invasion,_1803
1.ww_-_Lines_Written_As_A_School_Exercise_At_Hawkshead,_Anno_Aetatis_14
1.ww_-_Lines_Written_In_Early_Spring
1.ww_-_Lines_Written_On_A_Blank_Leaf_In_A_Copy_Of_The_Authors_Poem_The_Excursion,
1.ww_-_London,_1802
1.ww_-_Look_Now_On_That_Adventurer_Who_Hath_Paid
1.ww_-_Louisa-_After_Accompanying_Her_On_A_Mountain_Excursion
1.ww_-_Lucy
1.ww_-_Lucy_Gray_[or_Solitude]
1.ww_-_Mark_The_Concentrated_Hazels_That_Enclose
1.ww_-_Maternal_Grief
1.ww_-_Matthew
1.ww_-_Memorials_Of_A_Tour_In_Scotland
1.ww_-_Memorials_Of_A_Tour_In_Scotland-_1803
1.ww_-_Memorials_of_A_Tour_In_Scotland-_1803_I._Departure_From_The_Vale_Of_Grasmere,_August_1803
1.ww_-_Memorials_Of_A_Tour_In_Scotland-_1803_XII._Sonnet_Composed_At_----_Castle
1.ww_-_Memorials_Of_A_Tour_In_Scotland-_1803_XII._Yarrow_Unvisited
1.ww_-_Memorials_Of_A_Tour_In_Scotland-_1803_XIV._Fly,_Some_Kind_Haringer,_To_Grasmere-Dale
1.ww_-_Memorials_Of_A_Tour_In_Scotland-_1803_X._Rob_Roys_Grave
1.ww_-_Memorials_Of_A_Tour_In_Scotland-_1814_I._Suggested_By_A_Beautiful_Ruin_Upon_One_Of_The_Islands_Of_Lo
1.ww_-_Memorials_Of_A_Tour_Of_Scotland-_1803_VI._Glen-Almain,_Or,_The_Narrow_Glen
1.ww_-_Memory
1.ww_-_Methought_I_Saw_The_Footsteps_Of_A_Throne
1.ww_-_Michael_Angelo_In_Reply_To_The_Passage_Upon_His_Staute_Of_Sleeping_Night
1.ww_-_Michael-_A_Pastoral_Poem
1.ww_-_Minstrels
1.ww_-_Most_Sweet_it_is
1.ww_-_Mutability
1.ww_-_November,_1806
1.ww_-_November_1813
1.ww_-_Nuns_Fret_Not_at_Their_Convent's_Narrow_Room
1.ww_-_Nutting
1.ww_-_Occasioned_By_The_Battle_Of_Waterloo_February_1816
1.ww_-_October,_1803
1.ww_-_October_1803
1.ww_-_Ode
1.ww_-_Ode_Composed_On_A_May_Morning
1.ww_-_Ode_on_Intimations_of_Immortality
1.ww_-_Ode_to_Duty
1.ww_-_Ode_To_Lycoris._May_1817
1.ww_-_Oer_The_Wide_Earth,_On_Mountain_And_On_Plain
1.ww_-_Oerweening_Statesmen_Have_Full_Long_Relied
1.ww_-_On_A_Celebrated_Event_In_Ancient_History
1.ww_-_O_Nightingale!_Thou_Surely_Art
1.ww_-_On_the_Departure_of_Sir_Walter_Scott_from_Abbotsford
1.ww_-_On_the_Extinction_of_the_Venetian_Republic
1.ww_-_On_The_Final_Submission_Of_The_Tyrolese
1.ww_-_On_The_Same_Occasion
1.ww_-_Personal_Talk
1.ww_-_Picture_of_Daniel_in_the_Lion's_Den_at_Hamilton_Palace
1.ww_-_Power_Of_Music
1.ww_-_Remembrance_Of_Collins
1.ww_-_Repentance
1.ww_-_Resolution_And_Independence
1.ww_-_Rural_Architecture
1.ww_-_Ruth
1.ww_-_Say,_What_Is_Honour?--Tis_The_Finest_Sense
1.ww_-_Scorn_Not_The_Sonnet
1.ww_-_September_1,_1802
1.ww_-_September_1815
1.ww_-_September,_1819
1.ww_-_She_Was_A_Phantom_Of_Delight
1.ww_-_Siege_Of_Vienna_Raised_By_Jihn_Sobieski
1.ww_-_Simon_Lee-_The_Old_Huntsman
1.ww_-_Song_at_the_Feast_of_Brougham_Castle
1.ww_-_Song_Of_The_Spinning_Wheel
1.ww_-_Song_Of_The_Wandering_Jew
1.ww_-_Sonnet-_It_is_not_to_be_thought_of
1.ww_-_Sonnet-_On_seeing_Miss_Helen_Maria_Williams_weep_at_a_tale_of_distress
1.ww_-_Spanish_Guerillas
1.ww_-_Stanzas
1.ww_-_Stanzas_Written_In_My_Pocket_Copy_Of_Thomsons_Castle_Of_Indolence
1.ww_-_Star-Gazers
1.ww_-_Stepping_Westward
1.ww_-_Strange_Fits_of_Passion_Have_I_Known
1.ww_-_Stray_Pleasures
1.ww_-_Surprised_By_Joy
1.ww_-_Sweet_Was_The_Walk
1.ww_-_The_Affliction_Of_Margaret
1.ww_-_The_Birth_Of_Love
1.ww_-_The_Brothers
1.ww_-_The_Childless_Father
1.ww_-_The_Complaint_Of_A_Forsaken_Indian_Woman
1.ww_-_The_Cottager_To_Her_Infant
1.ww_-_The_Danish_Boy
1.ww_-_The_Eagle_and_the_Dove
1.ww_-_The_Emigrant_Mother
1.ww_-_The_Excursion-_I-_Dedication-_To_the_Right_Hon.William,_Earl_of_Lonsdalee,_K.G.
1.ww_-_The_Excursion-_II-_Book_First-_The_Wanderer
1.ww_-_The_Excursion-_IV-_Book_Third-_Despondency
1.ww_-_The_Excursion-_IX-_Book_Eighth-_The_Parsonage
1.ww_-_The_Excursion-_V-_Book_Fouth-_Despondency_Corrected
1.ww_-_The_Excursion-_VII-_Book_Sixth-_The_Churchyard_Among_the_Mountains
1.ww_-_The_Excursion-_X-_Book_Ninth-_Discourse_of_the_Wanderer,_and_an_Evening_Visit_to_the_Lake
1.ww_-_The_Fairest,_Brightest,_Hues_Of_Ether_Fade
1.ww_-_The_Farmer_Of_Tilsbury_Vale
1.ww_-_The_Fary_Chasm
1.ww_-_The_Force_Of_Prayer,_Or,_The_Founding_Of_Bolton,_A_Tradition
1.ww_-_The_Forsaken
1.ww_-_The_Fountain
1.ww_-_The_French_And_the_Spanish_Guerillas
1.ww_-_The_French_Army_In_Russia,_1812-13
1.ww_-_The_French_Revolution_as_it_appeared_to_Enthusiasts
1.ww_-_The_Germans_On_The_Heighs_Of_Hochheim
1.ww_-_The_Green_Linnet
1.ww_-_The_Happy_Warrior
1.ww_-_The_Highland_Broach
1.ww_-_The_Horn_Of_Egremont_Castle
1.ww_-_The_Idiot_Boy
1.ww_-_The_Idle_Shepherd_Boys
1.ww_-_The_King_Of_Sweden
1.ww_-_The_Kitten_And_Falling_Leaves
1.ww_-_The_Last_Of_The_Flock
1.ww_-_The_Last_Supper,_by_Leonardo_da_Vinci,_in_the_Refectory_of_the_Convent_of_Maria_della_GraziaMilan
1.ww_-_The_Longest_Day
1.ww_-_The_Martial_Courage_Of_A_Day_Is_Vain
1.ww_-_The_Morning_Of_The_Day_Appointed_For_A_General_Thanksgiving._January_18,_1816
1.ww_-_The_Mother's_Return
1.ww_-_The_Oak_And_The_Broom
1.ww_-_The_Oak_Of_Guernica_Supposed_Address_To_The_Same
1.ww_-_The_Old_Cumberland_Beggar
1.ww_-_The_Passing_of_the_Elder_Bards
1.ww_-_The_Pet-Lamb
1.ww_-_The_Power_of_Armies_is_a_Visible_Thing
1.ww_-_The_Prelude,_Book_1-_Childhood_And_School-Time
1.ww_-_The_Primrose_of_the_Rock
1.ww_-_The_Prioresss_Tale_[from_Chaucer]
1.ww_-_The_Recluse_-_Book_First
1.ww_-_The_Redbreast_Chasing_The_Butterfly
1.ww_-_There_Is_A_Bondage_Worse,_Far_Worse,_To_Bear
1.ww_-_There_is_an_Eminence,--of_these_our_hills
1.ww_-_The_Reverie_of_Poor_Susan
1.ww_-_There_Was_A_Boy
1.ww_-_The_Sailor's_Mother
1.ww_-_The_Seven_Sisters
1.ww_-_The_Shepherd,_Looking_Eastward,_Softly_Said
1.ww_-_The_Simplon_Pass
1.ww_-_The_Solitary_Reaper
1.ww_-_The_Sonnet_Ii
1.ww_-_The_Sparrow's_Nest
1.ww_-_The_Stars_Are_Mansions_Built_By_Nature's_Hand
1.ww_-_The_Sun_Has_Long_Been_Set
1.ww_-_The_Tables_Turned
1.ww_-_The_Thorn
1.ww_-_The_Trosachs
1.ww_-_The_Two_April_Mornings
1.ww_-_The_Two_Thieves-_Or,_The_Last_Stage_Of_Avarice
1.ww_-_The_Vaudois
1.ww_-_The_Virgin
1.ww_-_The_Waggoner_-_Canto_First
1.ww_-_The_Waggoner_-_Canto_Fourth
1.ww_-_The_Waggoner_-_Canto_Second
1.ww_-_The_Waggoner_-_Canto_Third
1.ww_-_The_Waterfall_And_The_Eglantine
1.ww_-_The_Wishing_Gate_Destroyed
1.ww_-_The_World_Is_Too_Much_With_Us
1.ww_-_Those_Words_Were_Uttered_As_In_Pensive_Mood
1.ww_-_Though_Narrow_Be_That_Old_Mans_Cares_.
1.ww_-_Thought_Of_A_Briton_On_The_Subjugation_Of_Switzerland
1.ww_-_Three_Years_She_Grew_in_Sun_and_Shower
1.ww_-_To_A_Butterfly
1.ww_-_To_A_Butterfly_(2)
1.ww_-_To_A_Distant_Friend
1.ww_-_To_a_Highland_Girl_(At_Inversneyde,_upon_Loch_Lomond)
1.ww_-_To_A_Sexton
1.ww_-_To_a_Sky-Lark
1.ww_-_To_a_Skylark
1.ww_-_To_A_Young_Lady_Who_Had_Been_Reproached_For_Taking_Long_Walks_In_The_Country
1.ww_-_To_B._R._Haydon
1.ww_-_To_Dora
1.ww_-_To_H._C.
1.ww_-_To_Joanna
1.ww_-_To_Lady_Beaumont
1.ww_-_To_Lady_Eleanor_Butler_and_the_Honourable_Miss_Ponsonby,
1.ww_-_To_Mary
1.ww_-_To_May
1.ww_-_To_M.H.
1.ww_-_To_My_Sister
1.ww_-_To--_On_Her_First_Ascent_To_The_Summit_Of_Helvellyn
1.ww_-_To_Sir_George_Howland_Beaumont,_Bart_From_the_South-West_Coast_Or_Cumberland_1811
1.ww_-_To_Sleep
1.ww_-_To_The_Cuckoo
1.ww_-_To_The_Daisy
1.ww_-_To_The_Daisy_(2)
1.ww_-_To_The_Daisy_(Fourth_Poem)
1.ww_-_To_The_Daisy_(Third_Poem)
1.ww_-_To_The_Memory_Of_Raisley_Calvert
1.ww_-_To_The_Men_Of_Kent
1.ww_-_To_The_Poet,_John_Dyer
1.ww_-_To_The_Same_Flower
1.ww_-_To_The_Same_Flower_(Second_Poem)
1.ww_-_To_The_Same_(John_Dyer)
1.ww_-_To_The_Small_Celandine
1.ww_-_To_The_Spade_Of_A_Friend_(An_Agriculturist)
1.ww_-_To_The_Supreme_Being_From_The_Italian_Of_Michael_Angelo
1.ww_-_To_Thomas_Clarkson
1.ww_-_To_Toussaint_LOuverture
1.ww_-_Translation_Of_Part_Of_The_First_Book_Of_The_Aeneid
1.ww_-_Tribute_To_The_Memory_Of_The_Same_Dog
1.ww_-_Troilus_And_Cresida
1.ww_-_Upon_Perusing_The_Forgoing_Epistle_Thirty_Years_After_Its_Composition
1.ww_-_Upon_The_Punishment_Of_Death
1.ww_-_Upon_The_Same_Event
1.ww_-_Upon_The_Sight_Of_A_Beautiful_Picture_Painted_By_Sir_G._H._Beaumont,_Bart
1.ww_-_Vaudracour_And_Julia
1.ww_-_Vernal_Ode
1.ww_-_View_From_The_Top_Of_Black_Comb
1.ww_-_Waldenses
1.ww_-_Water-Fowl_Observed_Frequently_Over_The_Lakes_Of_Rydal_And_Grasmere
1.ww_-_Weak_Is_The_Will_Of_Man,_His_Judgement_Blind
1.ww_-_We_Are_Seven
1.ww_-_When_I_Have_Borne_In_Memory
1.ww_-_When_To_The_Attractions_Of_The_Busy_World
1.ww_-_Where_Lies_The_Land_To_Which_Yon_Ship_Must_Go?
1.ww_-_Who_Fancied_What_A_Pretty_Sight
1.ww_-_With_How_Sad_Steps,_O_Moon,_Thou_Climb'st_the_Sky
1.ww_-_With_Ships_the_Sea_was_Sprinkled_Far_and_Nigh
1.ww_-_Written_In_A_Blank_Leaf_Of_Macpherson's_Ossian
1.ww_-_Written_In_Germany_On_One_Of_The_Coldest_Days_Of_The_Century
1.ww_-_Written_in_London._September,_1802
1.ww_-_Written_in_March
1.ww_-_Written_In_Very_Early_Youth
1.ww_-_Written_Upon_A_Blank_Leaf_In_The_Complete_Angler.
1.ww_-_Written_With_A_Pencil_Upon_A_Stone_In_The_Wall_Of_The_House,_On_The_Island_At_Grasmere
1.ww_-_Written_With_A_Slate_Pencil_On_A_Stone,_On_The_Side_Of_The_Mountain_Of_Black_Comb
1.ww_-_Yarrow_Revisited
1.ww_-_Yarrow_Unvisited
1.ww_-_Yarrow_Visited
1.ww_-_Yes,_It_Was_The_Mountain_Echo
1.ww_-_Yes!_Thou_Art_Fair,_Yet_Be_Not_Moved
1.ww_-_Yew-Trees
1.ww_-_Young_England--What_Is_Then_Become_Of_Old

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1:To begin, begin.
   ~ William Wordsworth,
2:Faith is a passionate intuition.
   ~ William Wordsworth,
3:Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar. ~ William Wordsworth,
4:A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor. ~ William Wordsworth,
5:A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor.
   ~ William Wordsworth,
6:What though the radiance which was once so bright
   Be now for ever taken from my sight,
   Though nothing can bring back the hour
   Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
   We will grieve not, rather find
   Strength in what remains behind.
   ~ William Wordsworth,
7: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 wheresoe'er I may,
       By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more. ~ William Wordsworth, Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood

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1:For mightier far ~ William Wordsworth
2:Truths that wake ~ William Wordsworth
3:the Mind of Man-- ~ William Wordsworth
4:Oh, be wise, Thou! ~ William Wordsworth
5:in the mind of man, ~ William Wordsworth
6:Milton, in his hand ~ William Wordsworth
7:To begin, begin.
   ~ William Wordsworth,
8:A tale in everything. ~ William Wordsworth
9:Rest and be thankful. ~ William Wordsworth
10:We murder to dissect. ~ William Wordsworth
11:Like an army defeated ~ William Wordsworth
12:Nature's old felicities. ~ William Wordsworth
13:Love betters what is best ~ William Wordsworth
14:Let Nature be your teacher ~ William Wordsworth
15:And I am happy when I sing. ~ William Wordsworth
16:Imagination, which in truth ~ William Wordsworth
17:The Rainbow comes and goes, ~ William Wordsworth
18:A Primrose by a river's brim ~ William Wordsworth
19:Have I not reason to lament ~ William Wordsworth
20:The Eagle, he was lord above ~ William Wordsworth
21:To be young was very heaven! ~ William Wordsworth
22:Departing summer hath assumed ~ William Wordsworth
23:There is creation in the eye. ~ William Wordsworth
24:I travelled among unknown men, ~ William Wordsworth
25:Meek Walton's heavenly memory. ~ William Wordsworth
26:My heart leaps up when I behold ~ William Wordsworth
27:"One impulse from a vernal wood ~ William Wordsworth
28:The child is father of the man. ~ William Wordsworth
29:The child is the father of man. ~ William Wordsworth
30:'Tis my faith that every flower ~ William Wordsworth
31:What are fears but voices airy? ~ William Wordsworth
32:Dreams, books, are each a world. ~ William Wordsworth
33:Faith is a passionate intuition. ~ William Wordsworth
34:The ocean is a mighty harmonist. ~ William Wordsworth
35:A brotherhood of venerable trees. ~ William Wordsworth
36:Great God! I'd rather be a Pagan. ~ William Wordsworth
37:One in whom persuasion and belief ~ William Wordsworth
38:Wisdom married to immortal verse. ~ William Wordsworth
39:A power is passing from the earth. ~ William Wordsworth
40:Habit rules the unreflecting herd. ~ William Wordsworth
41:The first cuckoo's melancholy cry. ~ William Wordsworth
42:Wisdom and spirit of the Universe! ~ William Wordsworth
43:Death is the quiet haven of us all. ~ William Wordsworth
44:Faith is a passionate intuition.
   ~ William Wordsworth,
45:Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he ~ William Wordsworth
46:Heaven lies about us in our infancy. ~ William Wordsworth
47:Stop thinking for once in your life! ~ William Wordsworth
48:There's something in a flying horse, ~ William Wordsworth
49:True beauty dwells in deep retreats, ~ William Wordsworth
50:Truth takes no account of centuries. ~ William Wordsworth
51:Action is transitory, a step, a blow, ~ William Wordsworth
52:Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. ~ William Wordsworth
53:For nature then to me was all in all. ~ William Wordsworth
54:He loves not well whose love is bold! ~ William Wordsworth
55:Nor less I deem that there are Powers ~ William Wordsworth
56:On Man, on Nature, and on Human Life, ~ William Wordsworth
57:We live by admiration, hope and love. ~ William Wordsworth
58:A deep distress has humanised my soul. ~ William Wordsworth
59:And mighty poets in their misery dead. ~ William Wordsworth
60:But He is risen, a later star of dawn. ~ William Wordsworth
61:Free as a bird to settle where I will. ~ William Wordsworth
62:Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream. ~ William Wordsworth
63:Knowledge and increase of enduring joy ~ William Wordsworth
64:Stern Winter loves a dirge-like sound. ~ William Wordsworth
65:Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; ~ William Wordsworth
66:Though nothing can bring back the hour ~ William Wordsworth
67:We live by Admiration, Hope, and Love; ~ William Wordsworth
68:And what if thou, sweet May, hast known ~ William Wordsworth
69:Earth helped him with the cry of blood. ~ William Wordsworth
70:Monastic brotherhood, upon rock Aerial. ~ William Wordsworth
71:The homely beauty of the good old cause ~ William Wordsworth
72:The wealthiest man among us is the best ~ William Wordsworth
73:All that we behold is full of blessings. ~ William Wordsworth
74:Delivered from the galling yoke of time. ~ William Wordsworth
75:Hope smiled when your nativity was cast, ~ William Wordsworth
76:May books and nature be their early joy! ~ William Wordsworth
77:Not without hope we suffer and we mourn. ~ William Wordsworth
78:Since thy return, through days and weeks ~ William Wordsworth
79:The unconquerable pang of despised love. ~ William Wordsworth
80:The very flowers are sacred to the poor. ~ William Wordsworth
81:Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed ~ William Wordsworth
82:But to a higher mark than song can reach, ~ William Wordsworth
83:Earth has not anything to show more fair. ~ William Wordsworth
84:In years that bring the philosophic mind. ~ William Wordsworth
85:The child shall become father to the man. ~ William Wordsworth
86:The mysteries that cups of flowers infold ~ William Wordsworth
87:The weight of sadness was in wonder lost. ~ William Wordsworth
88:Where is it now, the glory and the dream? ~ William Wordsworth
89:While all the future, for thy purer soul, ~ William Wordsworth
90:Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged. ~ William Wordsworth
91:Come, blessed barrier between day and day, ~ William Wordsworth
92:O dearer far than light and life are dear. ~ William Wordsworth
93:Of friends, however humble, scorn not one. ~ William Wordsworth
94:Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. ~ William Wordsworth
95:The memory of the just survives in Heaven. ~ William Wordsworth
96:The primal duties shine aloft, like stars; ~ William Wordsworth
97:Wisdom sits with children round her knees. ~ William Wordsworth
98:Behold the Child among his new-born blisses ~ William Wordsworth
99:Great is the glory, for the strife is hard! ~ William Wordsworth
100:One of those heavenly days that cannot die. ~ William Wordsworth
101:Plain living and high thinking are no more. ~ William Wordsworth
102:That mighty orb of song, The divine Milton. ~ William Wordsworth
103:The budding rose above the rose full blown. ~ William Wordsworth
104:Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark. ~ William Wordsworth
105:Careless of books, yet having felt the power ~ William Wordsworth
106:Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, ~ William Wordsworth
107:We must be free or die, who speak the tongue ~ William Wordsworth
108:Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns. ~ William Wordsworth
109:A few strong instincts and a few plain rules. ~ William Wordsworth
110:As thou these ashes, little brook, wilt bear ~ William Wordsworth
111:Candide” never bored anybody except William Wordsworth. ~ Voltaire
112:Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be. ~ William Wordsworth
113:Far from the world I walk, and from all care. ~ William Wordsworth
114:For youthful faults ripe virtues shall atone. ~ William Wordsworth
115:In that sweet mood when pleasure loves to pay ~ William Wordsworth
116:Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; ~ William Wordsworth
117:Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers. ~ William Wordsworth
118:Like an army defeated the snow hath retreated. ~ William Wordsworth
119:Milton, thou should'st be living at this hour. ~ William Wordsworth
120:Open-mindedness is the harvest of a quiet eye. ~ William Wordsworth
121:Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity. ~ William Wordsworth
122:Small service is true service, while it lasts. ~ William Wordsworth
123:Spires whose "silent finger points to heaven." ~ William Wordsworth
124:These hoards of wealth you can unlock at will. ~ William Wordsworth
125:When men change swords for ledgers, and desert ~ William Wordsworth
126:Great men have been among us; hands that penn'd ~ William Wordsworth
127:How is it that you live, and what is it you do? ~ William Wordsworth
128:Provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke. ~ William Wordsworth
129:Even thus last night, and two nights more I lay, ~ William Wordsworth
130:For all things are less dreadful than they seem. ~ William Wordsworth
131:That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude. ~ William Wordsworth
132:There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, ~ William Wordsworth
133:What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars. ~ William Wordsworth
134:Nature never did betray the heart that loved her. ~ William Wordsworth
135:The childhood of today is the manhood of tomorrow ~ William Wordsworth
136:Then blame not those who, by the mightiest lever ~ William Wordsworth
137:Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. ~ William Wordsworth
138:poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledge ~ William Wordsworth
139:The best of what we do and are, Just God, forgive! ~ William Wordsworth
140:And he is oft the wisest manWho is not wise at all. ~ William Wordsworth
141:Bright was the summer's noon when quickening steps ~ William Wordsworth
142:Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood. ~ William Wordsworth
143:The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs. ~ William Wordsworth
144:Nature never did betray
The heart that loved her. ~ William Wordsworth
145:The wind, a sightless laborer, whistles at his task. ~ William Wordsworth
146:Books are the best type of the influence of the past. ~ William Wordsworth
147:Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness. ~ William Wordsworth
148:Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made. ~ William Wordsworth
149:The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly. ~ William Wordsworth
150:Father! - to God himself we cannot give a holier name. ~ William Wordsworth
151:A Briton even in love should be A subject, not a slave! ~ William Wordsworth
152:A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free. ~ William Wordsworth
153:one daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is ~ William Wordsworth
154:But hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity. ~ William Wordsworth
155:A light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove. ~ William Wordsworth
156:One that would peep and botanize Upon his mother's grave. ~ William Wordsworth
157:Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them. ~ William Wordsworth
158:Those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, ~ William Wordsworth
159:Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel To self-reproach. ~ William Wordsworth
160:Minds that have nothing to confer Find little to perceive. ~ William Wordsworth
161:The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration. ~ William Wordsworth
162:With battlements that on their restless fronts Bore stars. ~ William Wordsworth
163:O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice? ~ William Wordsworth
164:One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue. ~ William Wordsworth
165:Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, ~ William Wordsworth
166:A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer's joy. ~ William Wordsworth
167:Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance. ~ William Wordsworth
168:Take the sweet poetry of life away, and what remains behind? ~ William Wordsworth
169:The gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul. ~ William Wordsworth
170:We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, When such are wanted. ~ William Wordsworth
171:Wild is the music of autumnal winds Amongst the faded woods. ~ William Wordsworth
172:Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar. ~ William Wordsworth
173:Worse than idle is compassion if it ends in tears and sighs. ~ William Wordsworth
174:A genial hearth, a hospitable board, and a refined rusticity. ~ William Wordsworth
175:... and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars. ~ William Wordsworth
176:Pleasures newly found are sweet When they lie about our feet. ~ William Wordsworth
177:Poetry is the outcome of emotions recollected in tranquility. ~ William Wordsworth
178:Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar. ~ William Wordsworth,
179:A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays And confident tomorrows. ~ William Wordsworth
180:A youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven. ~ William Wordsworth
181:Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart. ~ William Wordsworth
182:The education of circumstances is superior to that of tuition. ~ William Wordsworth
183:Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face. ~ William Wordsworth
184:Wisdom is oft-times nearer when we stoop
Than when we soar. ~ William Wordsworth
185:A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone. ~ William Wordsworth
186:And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. ~ William Wordsworth
187:Poetry has never brought me in enough money to buy shoestrings. ~ William Wordsworth
188:Society became my glittering bride, And airy hopes my children. ~ William Wordsworth
189:Sweet childish days, that were as long, As twenty days are now. ~ William Wordsworth
190:What we have loved Others will love And we will teach them how. ~ William Wordsworth
191:Choice word and measured phrase above the reach Of ordinary men. ~ William Wordsworth
192:Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher. ~ William Wordsworth
193:Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher. ~ William Wordsworth
194:In truth the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is. ~ William Wordsworth
195:The music in my heart I bore
Long after it was heard no more. ~ William Wordsworth
196:Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils. ~ William Wordsworth
197:We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind. ~ William Wordsworth
198:Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence. ~ William Wordsworth
199:Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least. ~ William Wordsworth
200:Sweetest melodies.Are those that are by distance made more sweet. ~ William Wordsworth
201:He murmurs near the running brooks A music sweeter than their own. ~ William Wordsworth
202:She seemed a thing that could not feel the touch of earthly years. ~ William Wordsworth
203:The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift, That no philosophy can lift. ~ William Wordsworth
204:To the solid ground Of nature trusts the Mind that builds for aye. ~ William Wordsworth
205:A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable. ~ William Wordsworth
206:And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love. ~ William Wordsworth
207:Recognizes ever and anon The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul. ~ William Wordsworth
208:Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain That has been, and may be again. ~ William Wordsworth
209:Then my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils. ~ William Wordsworth
210:Brothers all In honour, as in one community, Scholars and gentlemen. ~ William Wordsworth
211:The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart. ~ William Wordsworth
212:His love was like the liberal air, embracing all, to cheer and bless. ~ William Wordsworth
213:Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, Let them live upon their praises. ~ William Wordsworth
214:Primroses, the Spring may love them; Summer knows but little of them. ~ William Wordsworth
215:Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive But to be young was very heaven. ~ William Wordsworth
216:The thought of our past years in me doth breed perpetual benedictions. ~ William Wordsworth
217:What we have loved
Others will love
And we will teach them how. ~ William Wordsworth
218:Every gift of noble origin Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath. ~ William Wordsworth
219:[Mathematics] is an independent world created out of pure intelligence. ~ William Wordsworth
220:Ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance. ~ William Wordsworth
221:What know we of the Blest above but that they sing, and that they love? ~ William Wordsworth
222:Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive
But to be young was very heaven. ~ William Wordsworth
223:How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land! ~ William Wordsworth
224:In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind. ~ William Wordsworth
225:As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low. ~ William Wordsworth
226:As in the eye of Nature he has lived, So in the eye of Nature let him die! ~ William Wordsworth
227:I'll teach my boy the sweetest things; I'll teach him how the owlet sings. ~ William Wordsworth
228:Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost. ~ William Wordsworth
229:Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there. ~ William Wordsworth
230:But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things. ~ William Wordsworth
231:But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine. ~ William Wordsworth
232:Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind--But how could I forget thee? ~ William Wordsworth
233:Oh for a single hour of that Dundee Who on that day the word of onset gave! ~ William Wordsworth
234:The vision and the faculty divine; Yet wanting the accomplishment of verse. ~ William Wordsworth
235:Turning, for them who pass, the common dust Of servile opportunity to gold. ~ William Wordsworth
236:Everything is tedious when one does not read with the feeling of the Author. ~ William Wordsworth
237:Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity. ~ William Wordsworth
238:A babe, by intercourse of touch I held mute dialogues with my Mother's heart. ~ William Wordsworth
239:Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm. ~ William Wordsworth
240:Elysian beauty, melancholy grace, Brought from a pensive though a happy place. ~ William Wordsworth
241:At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day. ~ William Wordsworth
242:Be mild, and cleave to gentle things,
thy glory and thy happiness be there. ~ William Wordsworth
243:There is One great society alone on earth: The noble living and the noble dead. ~ William Wordsworth
244:Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfold The likeness of whate'er on land is seen. ~ William Wordsworth
245:A cheerful life is what the Muses love. A soaring spirit is their prime delight. ~ William Wordsworth
246:Look at the fate of summer flowers, which blow at daybreak, droop ere even-song. ~ William Wordsworth
247:Prompt to move but firm to wait - knowing things rashly sought are rarely found. ~ William Wordsworth
248:Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, Nor thought of tender happiness betray. ~ William Wordsworth
249:And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy because We have been glad of yore. ~ William Wordsworth
250:In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought. ~ William Wordsworth
251:The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet's dream. ~ William Wordsworth
252:Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep/ Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind. ~ William Wordsworth
253:How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart. ~ William Wordsworth
254:The Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society. ~ William Wordsworth
255:The silence that is in the starry sky, / The sleep that is among the lonely hills. ~ William Wordsworth
256:But who would force the soul tilts with a straw Against a champion cased in adamant ~ William Wordsworth
257:Our meddling intellect Misshapes the beauteous forms of things We murder to dissect ~ William Wordsworth
258:Two voices are there; one is of the sea, One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice. ~ William Wordsworth
259:And the most difficult of tasks to keep Heights which the soul is competent to gain. ~ William Wordsworth
260:Memories... images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed. ~ William Wordsworth
261:The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun. ~ William Wordsworth
262:Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore of nicely-caluculated less or more. ~ William Wordsworth
263:His high endeavours are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright. ~ William Wordsworth
264:Like thoughts whose very sweetness yielded proof that they were born for immortality. ~ William Wordsworth
265:Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels. ~ William Wordsworth
266:The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket. ~ William Wordsworth
267:The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells. ~ William Wordsworth
268:To be a Prodigal's favourite,-then, worse truth, A Miser's pensioner,-behold our lot! ~ William Wordsworth
269:Miss not the occasion; by the forelock take that subtle power, the never-halting time. ~ William Wordsworth
270:Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge - it is as immortal as the heart of man. ~ William Wordsworth
271:The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind. ~ William Wordsworth
272:From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed. ~ William Wordsworth
273:Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find. ~ William Wordsworth
274:Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home. ~ William Wordsworth
275:Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room; And hermits are contented with their cells. ~ William Wordsworth
276:The thought of death sits easy on the man Who has been born and dies among the mountains. ~ William Wordsworth
277:And through the heat of conflict keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw. ~ William Wordsworth
278:Laying out grounds may be considered a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting. ~ William Wordsworth
279:The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on a dim and perilous way! ~ William Wordsworth
280:Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither. ~ William Wordsworth
281:To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. ~ William Wordsworth
282:Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade Of that which once was great is passed away. ~ William Wordsworth
283:Those old credulities, to Nature dear, Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock Of history? ~ William Wordsworth
284:And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food. ~ William Wordsworth
285:We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness. ~ William Wordsworth
286:But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave. ~ William Wordsworth
287:Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride. ~ William Wordsworth
288:Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives. ~ William Wordsworth
289:That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love. ~ William Wordsworth
290:The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky! ~ William Wordsworth
291:Yon foaming flood seems motionless as ice;Its dizzy turbulence eludes the eye,Frozen by distance. ~ William Wordsworth
292:The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me,-her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears. ~ William Wordsworth
293:The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart. ~ William Wordsworth
294:Faith is, necessary to explain anything, and to reconcile the foreknowledge of God with human evil. ~ William Wordsworth
295:In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.” —William Wordsworth ~ Gavin de Becker
296:It is the 1st mild day of March. Each minute sweeter than before... there is a blessing in the air. ~ William Wordsworth
297:The best portion of a good man's life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love. ~ William Wordsworth
298:The child is father of the man: And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety. ~ William Wordsworth
299:Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy. ~ William Wordsworth
300:A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard... Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. ~ William Wordsworth
301:Chains tie us down by land and sea; And wishes, vain as mine, may be All that is left to comfort thee. ~ William Wordsworth
302:Oft in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life. ~ William Wordsworth
303:O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive! ~ William Wordsworth
304:That kill the bloom before its time, And blanch, without the owner's crime, The most resplendent hair. ~ William Wordsworth
305:But who shall parcel out His intellect by geometric rules, Split like a province into round and square? ~ William Wordsworth
306:In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.” —William Wordsworth All ~ Gavin de Becker
307:Oft on the dappled turf at ease I sit, and play with similes, Loose type of things through all degrees. ~ William Wordsworth
308:Burn all the statutes and their shelves: They stir us up against our kind; And worse, against ourselves. ~ William Wordsworth
309:But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!. ~ William Wordsworth
310:The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink I heard a voice it said Drink, pretty creature, drink' ~ William Wordsworth
311:Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters. ~ William Wordsworth
312:Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither.” William Wordsworth, ~ James Hollis
313: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
314:I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams, wherever nature led. ~ William Wordsworth
315:I'm not talking about a "show me other walls of this thing" button, I mean a "stumble" button for wallbase. ~ William Wordsworth
316:Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more. ~ William Wordsworth
317:My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man. ~ William Wordsworth
318:One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can. ~ William Wordsworth
319:Sad fancies do we then affect, In luxury of disrespect To our own prodigal excess Of too familiar happiness. ~ William Wordsworth
320:We have within ourselves Enough to fill the present day with joy, And overspread the future years with hope. ~ William Wordsworth
321:But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation. ~ William Wordsworth
322:The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an angel's wing. ~ William Wordsworth
323:A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death? ~ William Wordsworth
324:In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard seat And birds and flowers once more to greet. . . . ~ William Wordsworth
325:Let the moon shine on the in thy solitary walk; and let the misty mountain-winds be free to blow against thee. ~ William Wordsworth
326:If thou art beautiful, and youth and thought endue thee with all truth-be strong;--be worthy of the grace of God. ~ William Wordsworth
327:In heaven above, And earth below, they best can serve true gladness Who meet most feelingly the calls of sadness. ~ William Wordsworth
328:Poetry is most just to its divine origin, when it administers the comforts and breathes the thoughts of religion. ~ William Wordsworth
329:There is a luxury in self-dispraise; And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast. ~ William Wordsworth
330:She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and oh The difference to me! ~ William Wordsworth
331:The streams with softest sound are flowing, The grass you almost hear it growing, You hear it now, if e'er you can. ~ William Wordsworth
332: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
333:When his veering gait And every motion of his starry train Seem governed by a strain Of music, audible to him alone. ~ William Wordsworth
334:My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man; ~ William Wordsworth
335:Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility. ~ William Wordsworth
336: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
337:Who, doomed to go in company with Pain And Fear and Bloodshed,-miserable train!- Turns his necessity to glorious gain. ~ William Wordsworth
338:Babylon, Learned and wise, hath perished utterly, Nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh That would lament her. ~ William Wordsworth
339:In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing. ~ William Wordsworth
340:Yet tears to human suffering are due; And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Are mourned by man, and not by man alone. ~ William Wordsworth
341:By happy chance we saw A twofold image: on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Another and the same! ~ William Wordsworth
342:Hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue. ~ William Wordsworth
343:That no philosophy can lift. ~ William Wordsworth, Presentiments. Reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 596-97.
344:This solitary Tree! a living thing Produced too slowly ever to decay; Of form and aspect too magnificent To be destroyed. ~ William Wordsworth
345:He who feels contempt for any living thing hath faculties that he hath never used, and thought with him is in its infancy. ~ William Wordsworth
346:Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows That for oblivion take their daily birth From all the fuming vanities of earth. ~ William Wordsworth
347:She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. ~ William Wordsworth
348:Therefore am I still a lover of the meadows and the woods, and mountains; and of all that we behold from this green earth. ~ William Wordsworth
349:For oft, when on my couch I lie in vacant or in pensive mood they flash upon that inward eye which is the bliss of solitude ~ William Wordsworth
350: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
351:Scorn not the sonnet. Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart. ~ William Wordsworth
352:Serene will be our days, and bright and happy will our nature be, when love is an unerring light, and joy its own security. ~ William Wordsworth
353:My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. ~ William Wordsworth
354:O Reader! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought can bring, O gentle Reader! you would find A tale in everything. ~ William Wordsworth
355:Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things: We murder to dissect. ~ William Wordsworth
356:The Primrose for a veil had spread The largest of her upright leaves; And thus for purposes benign, A simple flower deceives. ~ William Wordsworth
357: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
358:The clouds that gather round the setting sun, Do take a sober colouring from an eye, That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality. ~ William Wordsworth
359:The eye— it cannot choose but see; we cannot bid the ear be still; our bodies feel, where'er they be, against or with our will. ~ William Wordsworth
360:Nor will I then thy modest grace forget, Chaste Snow-drop, venturous harbinger of Spring, And pensive monitor of fleeting years! ~ William Wordsworth
361: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
362:Because the good old rule Sufficeth them,-the simple plan, That they should take who have the power, And they should keep who can. ~ William Wordsworth
363:There is a comfort in the strength of love; 'Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart. ~ William Wordsworth
364:The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours. ~ William Wordsworth
365:All men feel a habitual gratitude, and something of an honorable bigotry, for the objects which have long continued to please them. ~ William Wordsworth
366:Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science ~ William Wordsworth
367:Stern daughter of the voice of God! O Duty! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring and reprove. ~ William Wordsworth
368: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
369:A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light ~ William Wordsworth
370:Books! tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. ~ William Wordsworth
371:Science appears but what in truth she is, Not as our glory and our absolute boast, But as a succedaneum, and a prop To our infirmity. ~ William Wordsworth
372:That to this mountain-daisy's self were known The beauty of its star-shaped shadow, thrown On the smooth surface of this naked stone! ~ William Wordsworth
373:A lawyer art thou? Draw not nigh! Go, carry to some fitter place The keenness of that practised eye, The hardness of that sallow face. ~ William Wordsworth
374:And now I see with eye serene, The very pulse of the machine. A being breathing thoughtful breaths, A traveler between life and death. ~ William Wordsworth
375:Imagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality. ~ William Wordsworth
376:Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow! ~ William Wordsworth
377:For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity. ~ William Wordsworth
378:For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity. ~ William Wordsworth
379:But how can he expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all? ~ William Wordsworth
380:Every great and original writer, in proportion as he is great and original, must himself create the taste by which he is to be relished. ~ William Wordsworth
381:No motion has she now, no force; she neither hears nor sees; rolled around in earth's diurnal course, with rocks, and stones, and trees. ~ William Wordsworth
382:The eye--it cannot choose but see;
We cannot bid the ear be still;
Our bodies feel, where'er they be,
Against or with our will. ~ William Wordsworth
383:I look for ghosts; but none will force Their way to me. 'Tis falsely said That there was ever intercourse Between the living and the dead. ~ William Wordsworth
384:Thought and theory must precede all action, that moves to salutary purposes. Yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory. ~ William Wordsworth
385:And when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet; whence he blew Soul-animating strains,-alas! too few. ~ William Wordsworth
386:Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come. ~ William Wordsworth
387:The softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth: Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes, She scans the future with the eye of gods. ~ William Wordsworth
388:Yet sometimes, when the secret cup Of still and serious thought went round, It seemed as if he drank it up, He felt with spirit so profound. ~ William Wordsworth
389: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
390: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
391:Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice; The confidence of reason give, And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live! ~ William Wordsworth
392: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. ~ William Wordsworth
393:To character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together... humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self. ~ William Wordsworth
394:Up! up! my friend, and quit your books, Or surely you 'll grow double! Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks! Why all this toil and trouble? ~ William Wordsworth
395:A dreamer, yet more spiritless and dull? ~ William Wordsworth, The Excursion, Book III. Reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 596-97.
396:As generations come and go, Their arts, their customs, ebb and flow; Fate, fortune, sweep strong powers away, And feeble, of themselves, decay. ~ William Wordsworth
397:Wisdom and Spirit of the universe! Thou soul, that art the eternity of thought, And giv'st to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion. ~ William Wordsworth
398:But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for humankind, Is happy as a lover. ~ William Wordsworth
399: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
400:True dignity abides with him alone Who, in the silent hour of inward thought, Can still suspect, and still revere himself, In lowliness of heart. ~ William Wordsworth
401:We bow our heads before Thee, and we laud, And magnify thy name Almighty God! But man is thy most awful instrument, In working out a pure intent. ~ William Wordsworth
402:Knowing that Nature never did betray the heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, through all the years of this our life, to lead from joy to joy. ~ William Wordsworth
403:Where the statue stood Of Newton, with his prism and silent face, The marble index of a mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of thought alone. ~ William Wordsworth
404:A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. ~ William Wordsworth
405:"What is good for a bootless bene?" With these dark words begins my tale; And their meaning is, Whence can comfort spring When prayer is of no avail? ~ William Wordsworth
406:By all means sometimes be alone; salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear; dare to look in thy chest; and tumble up and down what thou findest there. ~ William Wordsworth
407:I had melancholy thoughts . . .    a strangeness in my mind,    A feeling that I was not for that hour,    Nor for that place. —William Wordsworth, The Prelude ~ Orhan Pamuk
408:Me this uncharted freedom tires; I feel the weight of chance desires, My hopes no more must change their name, I long for a repose that ever is the same. ~ William Wordsworth
409:A great poet ought to a certain degree to rectify men's feelings... to render their feelings more sane, pure and permanent, in short, more consonant to Nature. ~ William Wordsworth
410:Of all that is most beauteous, imaged there In happier beauty; more pellucid streams, An ampler ether, a diviner air, And fields invested with purpureal gleams. ~ William Wordsworth
411:The moving accident is not my trade; To freeze the blood I have no ready arts: 'Tis my delight, alone in summer shade, To pipe a simple song for thinking hearts. ~ William Wordsworth
412:Write to me frequently & the longest letters possible; never mind whether you have facts or no to communicate; fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. ~ William Wordsworth
413:Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will; Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still! ~ William Wordsworth
414:Tis not in battles that from youth we train The Governor who must be wise and good, And temper with the sternness of the brain Thoughts motherly, and meek as womanhood. ~ William Wordsworth
415: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
416:Rapt into still communion that transcends The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him; it was blessedness and love! ~ William Wordsworth
417:Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books,  Or surely you'll grow double;  Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;  Why all this toil and trouble? ~ William Wordsworth, The Tables Turned.
418:Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground? ~ William Wordsworth
419:He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure; No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,- The past unsighed for, and the future sure. ~ William Wordsworth
420:On a fair prospect some have looked, And felt, as I have heard them say, As if the moving time had been A thing as steadfast as the scene On which they gazed themselves away. ~ William Wordsworth
421: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 is solitude. ~ William Wordsworth
422:Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares!- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays. ~ William Wordsworth
423: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
424:Neither evil tongues, rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all the dreary intercourse of daily life, shall ever prevail against us. ~ William Wordsworth
425:Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows Like harmony in music; there is a dark Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles Discordant elements, makes them cling together In one society. ~ William Wordsworth
426: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, is Solitude ~ William Wordsworth
427: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
428:The Poet, gentle creature as he is, Hath, like the Lover, his unruly times; His fits when he is neither sick nor well, Though no distress be near him but his own Unmanageable thoughts. ~ William Wordsworth
429:Sweet Mercy! to the gates of heaven This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven; The rueful conflict, the heart riven With vain endeavour, And memory of Earth's bitter leaven Effaced forever. ~ William Wordsworth
430:The earth was all before me. With a heart Joyous, nor scared at its own liberty, I look about; and should the chosen guide Be nothing better than a wandering cloud, I cannot miss my way. ~ William Wordsworth
431:'T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower, And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind. ~ William Wordsworth
432:The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this. ~ William Wordsworth
433:And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner's eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple. ~ William Wordsworth
434:Look for the stars, you'll say that there are none; / Look up a second time, and, one by one, / You mark them twinkling out with silvery light, / And wonder how they could elude the sight! ~ William Wordsworth
435:On Man, on Nature, and on Human Life, Musing in solitude, I oft perceive Fair trains of images before me rise, Accompanied by feelings of delight Pure, or with no unpleasing sadness mixed. ~ William Wordsworth
436:Long as there's a sun that sets, Primroses will have their glory; Long as there are violets, They will have a place in story: There's a flower that shall be mine, 'Tis the little Celandine. ~ William Wordsworth
437:Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow. ~ William Wordsworth
438:Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee! . . . . . . Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: So didst thou travel on life's common way In cheerful godliness. ~ William Wordsworth
439:The monumental pomp of age Was with this goodly personage; A stature undepressed in size, Unbent, which rather seemed to rise In open victory o'er the weight Of seventy years, to loftier height. ~ William Wordsworth
440:Books, we know,  Are a substantial world, both pure and good:  Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood,  Our pastime and our happiness will grow. ~ William Wordsworth, Poetical Works, Personal Talk.
441: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
442: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
443:Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretch'd in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. ~ William Wordsworth
444:I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. ~ William Wordsworth
445:Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,
Are a substantial world, both pure and good:
Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood,
Our pastime and our happiness will grow. ~ William Wordsworth
446:Oh, blank confusion! true epitome Of what the mighty City is herself, To thousands upon thousands of her sons, Living amid the same perpetual whirl Of trivial objects, melted and reduced To one identity. ~ William Wordsworth
447:Not in Utopia, -- subterranean fields, --Or some secreted island, Heaven knows whereBut in the very world, which is the worldOf all of us, -- the place where in the endWe find our happiness, or not at all ~ William Wordsworth
448:I should dread to disfigure the beautiful ideal of the memories of illustrious persons with incongruous features, and to sully the imaginative purity of classical works with gross and trivial recollections. ~ William Wordsworth
449:One solace yet remains for us who came Into this world in days when story lacked Severe research, that in our hearts we know How, for exciting youth's heroic flame, Assent is power, belief the soul of fact. ~ William Wordsworth
450:Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there, one of a mighty multitude whose way and motion is a harmony and dance magnificent. ~ William Wordsworth
451:Not Chaos, not the darkest pit of lowest Erebus, nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out by help of dreams - can breed such fear and awe as fall upon us often when we look into our Minds, into the Mind of Man. ~ William Wordsworth
452: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
453:Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and only there;With hope it is, hope that can never die,Effort and expectation, and desire,And something evermore about to be. ~ William Wordsworth
454:Ah, what a warning for a thoughtless man, Could field or grove, could any spot of earth, Show to his eye an image of the pangs Which it hath witnessed,-render back an echo Of the sad steps by which it hath been trod! ~ William Wordsworth
455:...one interior life in which all beings live with God, themselves are God, existing in the mighty whole, indistinguishable as the cloudless east is from the cloudless west, when all the hemisphere is one cerulean blue. ~ William Wordsworth
456:And when the stream Which overflowed the soul was passed away, A consciousness remained that it had left Deposited upon the silent shore Of memory images and precious thoughts That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed. ~ William Wordsworth
457:Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower Near the lark's nest, and in their natural hour Have passed away; less happy than the one That by the unwilling ploughshare died to prove The tender charm of poetry and love. ~ William Wordsworth
458:I, methought, while the sweet breath of heaven Was blowing on my body, felt within A correspondent breeze, that gently moved With quickening virtue, but is now become A tempest, a redundant energy, Vexing its own creation. ~ William Wordsworth
459:A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor. ~ William Wordsworth
460:A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor. ~ William Wordsworth,
461:Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be... ~ William Wordsworth
462:A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor.
   ~ William Wordsworth,
463:Since every mortal power of Coleridge Was frozen at its marvellous source, The rapt one, of the godlike forehead, The heaven-eyed creature sleeps in earth: And Lamb, the frolic and the gentle, Has vanished from his lonely hearth. ~ William Wordsworth
464:Laying out grounds... may be considered as a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting.... it is to assist Nature in moving the affections... the affections of those who have the deepest perception of the beauty of Nature. ~ William Wordsworth
465:Enough, if something from our hands have power To live, and act, and serve the future hour; And if, as toward the silent tomb we go, Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, We feel that we are greater than we know. ~ William Wordsworth
466:Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn ~ William Wordsworth
467:That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind. ~ William Wordsworth
468:My apprehension comes in crowds, I dread the rustling of the grass, The very shadows of the clouds, Have power to shake me as they pass, I question things and do not find, one that will answer to my mind, And all the world appears unkind. ~ William Wordsworth
469:A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by One after one; the sound of rain, and bees Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas, Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky - I've thought of all by turns, and still I lie Sleepless. ~ William Wordsworth
470:The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, An appetite; a feeling and a love that had no need of a remoter charm by thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye. ~ William Wordsworth
471:Bright flower! whose home is everywhere Bold in maternal nature's care And all the long year through the heir Of joy or sorrow, Methinks that there abides in thee Some concord with humanity, Given to no other flower I see The forest through. ~ William Wordsworth
472:With little here to do or see Of things that in the great world be, Sweet Daisy! oft I talk to thee For thou art worthy, Thou unassuming commonplace Of Nature, with that homely face, And yet with something of a grace Which love makes for thee! ~ William Wordsworth
473:Thou has left behind Powers that will work for thee,-air, earth, and skies! There 's not a breathing of the common wind That will forget thee; thou hast great allies; Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and man's unconquerable mind. ~ William Wordsworth
474:Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay, And at my casement sing, Though it should prove a farewell lay And this our parting spring. * * * * * Then, little Bird, this boon confer, Come, and my requiem sing, Nor fail to be the harbinger Of everlasting spring. ~ William Wordsworth
475:What though the radiance which was once so bright
   Be now for ever taken from my sight,
   Though nothing can bring back the hour
   Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
   We will grieve not, rather find
   Strength in what remains behind.
   ~ William Wordsworth,
476:Either still I find Some imperfection in the chosen theme, Or see of absolute accomplishment Much wanting, so much wanting, in myself, That I recoil and droop, and seek repose In listlessness from vain perplexity, Unprofitably travelling towards the grave. ~ William Wordsworth
477:Before us lay a painful road, And guidance have I sought in duteous love From Wisdom's heavenly Father. Hence hath flowed Patience, with trust that, whatsoe'er the way Each takes in this high matter, all may move Cheered with the prospect of a brighter day. ~ William Wordsworth
478: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 ~ William Wordsworth
479:I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused, whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, and the round ocean, and the living air, and the blue sky, and in the mind of man. ~ William Wordsworth
480:What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind. ~ William Wordsworth
481:She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight, A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair, Like twilights too her dusky hair, But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn. ~ William Wordsworth
482:Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, And lilies face the March-winds in full blow, And humbler growths as moved with one desire Put on, to welcome spring, their best attire, Poor Robin is yet flowerless; but how gay With his red stalks upon this sunny day! ~ William Wordsworth
483:Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While 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
484:The tears into his eyes were brought, And thanks and praises seemed to run So fast out of his heart, I thought They never would have done. -I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning. ~ William Wordsworth
485:Books are yours, Within whose silent chambers treasure lies Preserved from age to age; more precious far Than that accumulated store of gold And orient gems, which, for a day of need, The Sultan hides deep in ancestral tombs. These hoards of truth you can unlock at will. ~ William Wordsworth
486:I've watched you now a full half-hour; Self-poised upon that yellow flower And, little Butterfly! Indeed I know not if you sleep or feed. How motionless! - not frozen seas More motionless! and then What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees, And calls you forth again! ~ William Wordsworth
487:It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the sea: Listen! the mighty being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thundereverlastingly. ~ William Wordsworth
488:In spite of difference of soil and climate, of language and manners, of laws and customs-in spite of things silently gone out of mind, and things violently destroyed, 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
489:I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous boy, The sleepless soul that perished in his pride; Of him who walked in glory and in joy, Following his plough, along the mountain-side. By our own spirits we are deified; We Poets in our youth begin in gladness, But thereof come in the end despondency and madness. ~ William Wordsworth
490:The vapours linger round the Heights,  They melt, and soon must vanish;  One hour is theirs, nor more is mine,—  Sad thought, which I would banish,  But that I know, where'er I go,  Thy genuine image, Yarrow!  Will dwell with me,—to heighten joy,  And cheer my mind in sorrow. ~ William Wordsworth, Yarrow Visited, 1814.
491:If the time should ever come when what is now called Science, thus famliarised to men, shall be ready to put on, as it were, a form of flesh and blood, the Poet will lend his divine spirit to the aid the transfiguration, and will welcome the Being thus produced, as a dear and genuine inmate of the household of man. ~ William Wordsworth
492:Mark the babe not long accustomed to this breathing world; One that hath barely learned to shape a smile, though yet irrational of soul, to grasp with tiny finger - to let fall a tear; And, as the heavy cloud of sleep dissolves, To stretch his limbs, becoming, as might seem. The outward functions of intelligent man. ~ William Wordsworth
493:A soul so pitiably forlorn, If such do on this earth abide, May season apathy with scorn, May turn indifference to pride; And still be not unblest- compared With him who grovels, self-debarred From all that lies within the scope Of holy faith and christian hope; Or, shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost. ~ William Wordsworth
494:I am already kindly disposed towards you. My friendship it is not in my power to give: this is a gift which no man can make, it is not in our own power: a sound and healthy friendship is the growth of time and circumstance, it will spring up and thrive like a wildflower when these favour, and when they do not, it is in vain to look for it. ~ William Wordsworth
495:In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration: - feelings, too, Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love. ~ William Wordsworth
496:Private courts, Gloomy as coffins, and unsightly lanes Thrilled by some female vendor's scream, belike The very shrillest of all London cries, May then entangle our impatient steps; Conducted through those labyrinths, unawares, To privileged regions and inviolate, Where from their airy lodges studious lawyers Look out on waters, walks, and gardens green. ~ William Wordsworth
497:The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune. ~ William Wordsworth
498:The clouds that gather round the setting sun do take a sober colouring from an eye that hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, to me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. ~ William Wordsworth
499:Here must thou be, O man, Strength to thyself - no helper hast thou here - Here keepest thou thy individual state: No other can divide with thee this work, No secondary hand can intervene To fashion this ability. 'Tis thine, The prime and vital principle is thine In the recesses of thy nature, far From any reach of outward fellowship, Else 'tis not thine at all. ~ William Wordsworth
500:I have said that poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity: the emotion is contemplated till, by a species of reaction, the tranquillity gradually disappears, and an emotion, kindred to that which was before the subject of contemplation, is gradually produced, and does itself actually exist in the mind. ~ William Wordsworth

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--- Overview of noun william_wordsworth

The noun william wordsworth has 1 sense (no senses from tagged texts)
              
1. Wordsworth, William Wordsworth ::: (a romantic English poet whose work was inspired by the Lake District where he spent most of his life (1770-1850))




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1 sense of william wordsworth                    

Sense 1
Wordsworth, William Wordsworth
   INSTANCE OF=> poet
     => writer, author
       => communicator
         => person, individual, someone, somebody, mortal, soul
           => organism, being
             => living thing, animate thing
               => whole, unit
                 => object, physical object
                   => physical entity
                     => entity
           => causal agent, cause, causal agency
             => physical entity
               => entity




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--- Synonyms/Hypernyms (Ordered by Estimated Frequency) of noun william_wordsworth

1 sense of william wordsworth                    

Sense 1
Wordsworth, William Wordsworth
   INSTANCE OF=> poet










--- Coordinate Terms (sisters) of noun william_wordsworth

1 sense of william wordsworth                    

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Wordsworth, William Wordsworth
  -> poet
   => bard
   => elegist
   => odist
   => poetess
   => poet laureate
   => poet laureate
   => sonneteer
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