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Coleridge, Samuel Taylor: (1772-1834) Leading English poet of his generation along with his friend and associate, William Wordsworth. He was for a time a Unitarian preacher and his writings throughout display a keen interest in spiritual affairs. He was among the first to bring the German idealists to the attention of the English reading public. Of greatest philosophic interest among his prose works are Biographia Literaria, Aids to Reflection and Confessions of an Inquiring Spirit. His influence was greit upon his contemporaries and also upon the American transcendentalists. -- L.E.D.
romanticism: The term refers to a movement around 1780-1840. Romanticism rejected the philosophy of the enlightenment, and instead turned to the gothic, the notion of carpe diem and above all placed importance on nature and the wilderness. Romantic poets included William Blake, William Wordsworth, John Keats, Percy Bysshe Shelley, and Lord Gordon Byron.
Sonnet by William Wordsworth:
These are perhaps the most salient definitions along with relevant poems by two great poets, Walt Whitman and William Wordsworth.
Wordsworth, William: Born in 1770, William Wordsworth was an English PoetLaureate. He was arguably the founder of romanticism. The Prelude will be remembered as one of his greatest achievements. See romanticism.
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1:To begin, begin.
~ William Wordsworth,#KEYS
2:We murder to dissect. ~ William Wordsworth, #KEYS
3:In a wise passiveness. ~ William Wordsworth, #KEYS
4:Faith is a passionate intuition.
~ William Wordsworth,#KEYS
5:Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar. ~ William Wordsworth, #KEYS
6: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, #KEYS
7: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, #KEYS
8: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,#KEYS
9: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,#KEYS
10: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,#KEYS
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1:For mightier far ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
2:Truths that wake ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
3:the Mind of Man-- ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
4:Oh, be wise, Thou! ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
5:in the mind of man, ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
6:Milton, in his hand ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
7:To begin, begin.
~ William Wordsworth,#NFDB
8:A tale in everything. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
9:Rest and be thankful. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
10:We murder to dissect. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
11:Like an army defeated ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
12:Nature's old felicities. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
13:Love betters what is best ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
14:Let Nature be your teacher ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
15:And I am happy when I sing. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
16:Imagination, which in truth ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
17:The Rainbow comes and goes, ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
18:A Primrose by a river's brim ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
19:Have I not reason to lament ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
20:The Eagle, he was lord above ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
21:To be young was very heaven! ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
22:Departing summer hath assumed ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
23:There is creation in the eye. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
24:I travelled among unknown men, ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
25:Meek Walton's heavenly memory. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
26:My heart leaps up when I behold ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
27:"One impulse from a vernal wood ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
28:The child is father of the man. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
29:The child is the father of man. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
30:'Tis my faith that every flower ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
31:What are fears but voices airy? ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
32:Dreams, books, are each a world. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
33:Faith is a passionate intuition. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
34:The ocean is a mighty harmonist. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
35:A brotherhood of venerable trees. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
36:Great God! I'd rather be a Pagan. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
37:One in whom persuasion and belief ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
38:Wisdom married to immortal verse. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
39:A power is passing from the earth. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
40:Habit rules the unreflecting herd. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
41:The first cuckoo's melancholy cry. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
42:Wisdom and spirit of the Universe! ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
43:Death is the quiet haven of us all. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
44:Faith is a passionate intuition.
~ William Wordsworth,#NFDB
45:Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
46:Heaven lies about us in our infancy. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
47:Stop thinking for once in your life! ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
48:There's something in a flying horse, ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
49:True beauty dwells in deep retreats, ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
50:Truth takes no account of centuries. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
51:Action is transitory, a step, a blow, ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
52:Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
53:For nature then to me was all in all. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
54:He loves not well whose love is bold! ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
55:Nor less I deem that there are Powers ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
56:On Man, on Nature, and on Human Life, ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
57:We live by admiration, hope and love. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
58:A deep distress has humanised my soul. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
59:And mighty poets in their misery dead. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
60:But He is risen, a later star of dawn. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
61:Free as a bird to settle where I will. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
62:Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
63:Knowledge and increase of enduring joy ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
64:Stern Winter loves a dirge-like sound. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
65:Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
66:Though nothing can bring back the hour ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
67:We live by Admiration, Hope, and Love; ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
68:And what if thou, sweet May, hast known ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
69:Earth helped him with the cry of blood. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
70:Monastic brotherhood, upon rock Aerial. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
71:The homely beauty of the good old cause ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
72:The wealthiest man among us is the best ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
73:All that we behold is full of blessings. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
74:Delivered from the galling yoke of time. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
75:Hope smiled when your nativity was cast, ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
76:May books and nature be their early joy! ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
77:Not without hope we suffer and we mourn. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
78:Since thy return, through days and weeks ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
79:The unconquerable pang of despised love. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
80:The very flowers are sacred to the poor. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
81:Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
82:But to a higher mark than song can reach, ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
83:Earth has not anything to show more fair. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
84:In years that bring the philosophic mind. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
85:The child shall become father to the man. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
86:The mysteries that cups of flowers infold ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
87:The weight of sadness was in wonder lost. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
88:Where is it now, the glory and the dream? ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
89:While all the future, for thy purer soul, ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
90:Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
91:Come, blessed barrier between day and day, ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
92:O dearer far than light and life are dear. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
93:Of friends, however humble, scorn not one. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
94:Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
95:The memory of the just survives in Heaven. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
96:The primal duties shine aloft, like stars; ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
97:Wisdom sits with children round her knees. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
98:Behold the Child among his new-born blisses ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
99:Great is the glory, for the strife is hard! ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
100:One of those heavenly days that cannot die. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
101:Plain living and high thinking are no more. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
102:That mighty orb of song, The divine Milton. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
103:The budding rose above the rose full blown. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
104:Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
105:Careless of books, yet having felt the power ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
106:Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
107:We must be free or die, who speak the tongue ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
108:Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
109:A few strong instincts and a few plain rules. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
110:As thou these ashes, little brook, wilt bear ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
111:Candide” never bored anybody except William Wordsworth. ~ Voltaire, #NFDB
112:Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
113:Far from the world I walk, and from all care. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
114:For youthful faults ripe virtues shall atone. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
115:In that sweet mood when pleasure loves to pay ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
116:Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
117:Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
118:Like an army defeated the snow hath retreated. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
119:Milton, thou should'st be living at this hour. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
120:Open-mindedness is the harvest of a quiet eye. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
121:Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
122:Small service is true service, while it lasts. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
123:Spires whose "silent finger points to heaven." ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
124:These hoards of wealth you can unlock at will. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
125:When men change swords for ledgers, and desert ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
126:Great men have been among us; hands that penn'd ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
127:How is it that you live, and what is it you do? ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
128:Provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
129:Even thus last night, and two nights more I lay, ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
130:For all things are less dreadful than they seem. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
131:That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
132:There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
133:What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
134:Nature never did betray the heart that loved her. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
135:The childhood of today is the manhood of tomorrow ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
136:Then blame not those who, by the mightiest lever ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
137:Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
138:poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledge ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
139:The best of what we do and are, Just God, forgive! ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
140:And he is oft the wisest manWho is not wise at all. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
141:Bright was the summer's noon when quickening steps ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
142:Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
143:The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
144:Nature never did betray
The heart that loved her. ~ William Wordsworth,#NFDB
145:The wind, a sightless laborer, whistles at his task. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
146:Books are the best type of the influence of the past. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
147:Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
148:Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
149:The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
150:Father! - to God himself we cannot give a holier name. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
151:A Briton even in love should be A subject, not a slave! ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
152:A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
153:one daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
154:But hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
155:A light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
156:One that would peep and botanize Upon his mother's grave. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
157:Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
158:Those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
159:Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel To self-reproach. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
160:Minds that have nothing to confer Find little to perceive. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
161:The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
162:With battlements that on their restless fronts Bore stars. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
163:O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice? ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
164:One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
165:Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
166:A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer's joy. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
167:Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
168:Take the sweet poetry of life away, and what remains behind? ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
169:The gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
170:We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, When such are wanted. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
171:Wild is the music of autumnal winds Amongst the faded woods. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
172:Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
173:Worse than idle is compassion if it ends in tears and sighs. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
174:A genial hearth, a hospitable board, and a refined rusticity. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
175:... and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
176:Pleasures newly found are sweet When they lie about our feet. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
177:Poetry is the outcome of emotions recollected in tranquility. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
178:Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
179:A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays And confident tomorrows. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
180:A youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
181:Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
182:The education of circumstances is superior to that of tuition. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
183:Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
184:Wisdom is oft-times nearer when we stoop
Than when we soar. ~ William Wordsworth,#NFDB
185:A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
186:And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
187:Poetry has never brought me in enough money to buy shoestrings. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
188:Society became my glittering bride, And airy hopes my children. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
189:Sweet childish days, that were as long, As twenty days are now. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
190:What we have loved Others will love And we will teach them how. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
191:Choice word and measured phrase above the reach Of ordinary men. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
192:Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
193:Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
194:In truth the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
195:The music in my heart I bore
Long after it was heard no more. ~ William Wordsworth,#NFDB
196:Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
197:We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
198:Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
199:Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
200:Sweetest melodies.Are those that are by distance made more sweet. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
201:He murmurs near the running brooks A music sweeter than their own. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
202:She seemed a thing that could not feel the touch of earthly years. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
203:The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift, That no philosophy can lift. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
204:To the solid ground Of nature trusts the Mind that builds for aye. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
205:A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
206:And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
207:Recognizes ever and anon The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
208:Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain That has been, and may be again. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
209:Then my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils. ~ William Wordsworth,#NFDB
210:Brothers all In honour, as in one community, Scholars and gentlemen. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
211:The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
212:His love was like the liberal air, embracing all, to cheer and bless. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
213:Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, Let them live upon their praises. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
214:Primroses, the Spring may love them; Summer knows but little of them. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
215:Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive But to be young was very heaven. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
216:The thought of our past years in me doth breed perpetual benedictions. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
217:What we have loved
Others will love
And we will teach them how. ~ William Wordsworth,#NFDB
218:Every gift of noble origin Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
219:[Mathematics] is an independent world created out of pure intelligence. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
220:Ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
221:What know we of the Blest above but that they sing, and that they love? ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
222:Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive
But to be young was very heaven. ~ William Wordsworth,#NFDB
223:How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land! ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
224:In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
225:As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
226:As in the eye of Nature he has lived, So in the eye of Nature let him die! ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
227:I'll teach my boy the sweetest things; I'll teach him how the owlet sings. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
228:Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
229:Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
230:But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
231:But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
232:Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind--But how could I forget thee? ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
233:Oh for a single hour of that Dundee Who on that day the word of onset gave! ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
234:The vision and the faculty divine; Yet wanting the accomplishment of verse. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
235:Turning, for them who pass, the common dust Of servile opportunity to gold. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
236:Everything is tedious when one does not read with the feeling of the Author. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
237:Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
238:A babe, by intercourse of touch I held mute dialogues with my Mother's heart. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
239:Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
240:Elysian beauty, melancholy grace, Brought from a pensive though a happy place. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
241:At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
242:Be mild, and cleave to gentle things,
thy glory and thy happiness be there. ~ William Wordsworth,#NFDB
243:There is One great society alone on earth: The noble living and the noble dead. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
244:Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfold The likeness of whate'er on land is seen. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
245:A cheerful life is what the Muses love. A soaring spirit is their prime delight. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
246:Look at the fate of summer flowers, which blow at daybreak, droop ere even-song. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
247:Prompt to move but firm to wait - knowing things rashly sought are rarely found. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
248:Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, Nor thought of tender happiness betray. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
249:And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy because We have been glad of yore. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
250:In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
251:The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet's dream. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
252:Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep/ Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
253:How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
254:The Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
255:The silence that is in the starry sky, / The sleep that is among the lonely hills. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
256:But who would force the soul tilts with a straw Against a champion cased in adamant ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
257:Our meddling intellect Misshapes the beauteous forms of things We murder to dissect ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
258:Two voices are there; one is of the sea, One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
259:And the most difficult of tasks to keep Heights which the soul is competent to gain. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
260:Memories... images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
261:The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
262:Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore of nicely-caluculated less or more. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
263:His high endeavours are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
264:Like thoughts whose very sweetness yielded proof that they were born for immortality. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
265:Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
266:The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
267:The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
268:To be a Prodigal's favourite,-then, worse truth, A Miser's pensioner,-behold our lot! ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
269:Miss not the occasion; by the forelock take that subtle power, the never-halting time. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
270:Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge - it is as immortal as the heart of man. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
271:The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
272:From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
273:Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
274:Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
275:Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room; And hermits are contented with their cells. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
276:The thought of death sits easy on the man Who has been born and dies among the mountains. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
277:And through the heat of conflict keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
278:Laying out grounds may be considered a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
279:The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on a dim and perilous way! ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
280:Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
281:To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
282:Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade Of that which once was great is passed away. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
283:Those old credulities, to Nature dear, Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock Of history? ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
284:And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
285:We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
286:But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
287:Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
288:Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
289:That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
290:The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky! ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
291:Yon foaming flood seems motionless as ice;Its dizzy turbulence eludes the eye,Frozen by distance. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
292:The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me,-her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
293:The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
294:Faith is, necessary to explain anything, and to reconcile the foreknowledge of God with human evil. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
295:In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.” —William Wordsworth ~ Gavin de Becker, #NFDB
296:It is the 1st mild day of March. Each minute sweeter than before... there is a blessing in the air. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
297:The best portion of a good man's life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
299:Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
300:A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard... Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
302:Oft in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
303:O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive! ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
304:That kill the bloom before its time, And blanch, without the owner's crime, The most resplendent hair. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
305:But who shall parcel out His intellect by geometric rules, Split like a province into round and square? ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
306:In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.” —William Wordsworth All ~ Gavin de Becker, #NFDB
307:Oft on the dappled turf at ease I sit, and play with similes, Loose type of things through all degrees. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
308:Burn all the statutes and their shelves: They stir us up against our kind; And worse, against ourselves. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
309:But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
310:The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink I heard a voice it said Drink, pretty creature, drink' ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
311:Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
312:Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither.” William Wordsworth, ~ James Hollis, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
314:I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams, wherever nature led. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
315:I'm not talking about a "show me other walls of this thing" button, I mean a "stumble" button for wallbase. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
316:Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
319:Sad fancies do we then affect, In luxury of disrespect To our own prodigal excess Of too familiar happiness. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
320:We have within ourselves Enough to fill the present day with joy, And overspread the future years with hope. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
321:But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
322:The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an angel's wing. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
323:A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death? ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
324:In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard seat And birds and flowers once more to greet. . . . ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
327:In heaven above, And earth below, they best can serve true gladness Who meet most feelingly the calls of sadness. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
328:Poetry is most just to its divine origin, when it administers the comforts and breathes the thoughts of religion. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
329:There is a luxury in self-dispraise; And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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,#NFDB
335:Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
337:Who, doomed to go in company with Pain And Fear and Bloodshed,-miserable train!- Turns his necessity to glorious gain. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
338:Babylon, Learned and wise, hath perished utterly, Nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh That would lament her. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
342:Hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
343:That no philosophy can lift. ~ William Wordsworth, Presentiments. Reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 596-97., #NFDB
344:This solitary Tree! a living thing Produced too slowly ever to decay; Of form and aspect too magnificent To be destroyed. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
351:Scorn not the sonnet. Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
355:Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things: We murder to dissect. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
360:Nor will I then thy modest grace forget, Chaste Snow-drop, venturous harbinger of Spring, And pensive monitor of fleeting years! ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
375:Imagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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,#NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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., #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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., #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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,#NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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., #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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,#NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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,#NFDB
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,#NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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,#NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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,#NFDB
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, #NFDB
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,#NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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., #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
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, #NFDB
501:Oh there is blessing in this gentle breeze, A visitant that while it fans my cheek Doth seem half-conscious of the joy it brings From the green fields, and from yon azure sky. Whate'er its mission, the soft breeze can come To none more grateful than to me; escaped From the vast city, where I long had pined A discontented sojourner: now free, Free as a bird to settle where I will. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
502:Two voices are there: one is of the deep; It learns the storm-cloud's thunderous melody, Now roars, now murmurs with the changing sea, Now bird-like pipes, now closes soft in sleep: And one is of an old half-witted sheep Which bleats articulate monotony, And indicates that two and one are three, That grass is green, lakes damp, and mountains steep And, Wordsworth, both are thine. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
503:And oft I thought (my fancy was-so strong) That I, at last, a resting-place had found: 'Here: will I dwell,' said I,' my whole life long, Roaming the illimitable waters round; Here will I live, of all but heaven disowned. And end my days upon the peaceful flood - To break my dream the vessel reached its bound; And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
504: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 splendour 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;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind. ~ William Wordsworth,#NFDB
505:We have no knowledge, that is, no general principles drawn from the contemplation of particular facts, but what has been built up by pleasure, and exists in us by pleasure alone. The Man of Science, the Chemist and Mathematician, whatever difficulties and disgusts they may have had to struggle with, know and feel this. However painful may be the objects with which the Anatomist's knowledge is connected, he feels that his knowledge is pleasure; and where he has no pleasure he has no knowledge. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
506:What is a Poet? He is a man speaking to men: a man, it is true, endued with more lively sensibility, more enthusiasm and tenderness, who has a greater knowledge of human nature, and a more comprehensive soul, than are supposed to be common among mankind; a man pleased with his own passions and volitions, and who rejoices more than other men in the spirit of life that is in him; delighting to contemplate similar volitions and passions as manifested in the goings-on of the universe, and habitually impelled to create them where he does not find them. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
507:. . .this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 't is her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that 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 e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
508:It may be safely affirmed that there neither is, nor can be, any essential difference between the language of prose and metrical composition.... They both speak by and to the same organs; the bodies in which both of them are clothed may be said to be of the same substance, their affections are kindred, and almost identical, not necessarily differing even in degree; Poetry sheds no tears "such as Angels weep," but natural and human tears; she can boast of no celestial ichor that distinguishes her vital juices from those of prose; the same human blood circulates through the veins of them both. ~ William Wordsworth, #NFDB
509: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!
This 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;
It moves us not.--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,#NFDB
510:Now if Newton had been a very plain, very dull, very matter-of-fact man, all that would be easily explicable. But I must make you see that he was not. He was really a most extraordinary, wild character. He practised alchemy. In secret, he wrote immense tomes about the Book of Revelation. He was convinced that the law of inverse squares was really already to be found in Pythagoras. And for such a man, who in private was full of these wild metaphysical and mystical speculations, to hold this public face and say, ‘I make no hypotheses’ – that is an extraordinary expression of his secret character. William Wordsworth in The Prelude has a vivid phrase, Newton, with his prism and silent face, which sees and says it exactly. Well, ~ Jacob Bronowski, #NFDB
511:Voltaire Johnson
Why did you bruise me with your rough places
If you did not want me to tell you about them?
And stifle me with your stupidities,
If you did not want me to expose them?
And nail me with the nails of cruelty,
If you did not want me to pluck the nails forth
And fling them in your faces?
And starve me because I refused to obey you,
If you did not want me to undermine your tyranny?
I might have been as soul serene
As William Wordsworth except for you!
But what a coward you are, Spoon River,
When you drove me to stand in a magic circle
By the sword of Truth described!
And then to whine and curse your burns,
And curse my power who stood and laughed
Amid ironical lightning!
~ Edgar Lee Masters,#NFDB
512:I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
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.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
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;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils. ~ William Wordsworth,#NFDB
513:Those are love tokens? I told my friend Eben I never saw such spiteful stuff. He said to me I had just not read the right poets. He took me into his cottage and lent me a little book of his own. It was the poetry of Wilfred Owen. He was an officer in the First World War, and he knew what was what and called it by its right name. I was there, too, at Passchendaele, and I knew what he knew, but I could never put it into words for myself. Well, after that, I thought there might be something to this poetry after all. I began to go to meetings, and I’m glad I did, else how would I have read the works of William Wordsworth—he would have stayed unknown to me. I learned many of his poems by heart. Anyway, I did win the hand of the Widow Hubert—my Nancy. I got her to go for a walk along the cliffs one evening, and I said, “Lookie there, Nancy. The gentleness of Heaven broods o’er the sea—Listen, the mighty Being is awake.” She let me kiss her. She is now my wife. Yours truly, Clovis Fossey ~ Mary Ann Shaffer, #NFDB
514:She Was A Phantom of Delight
She was a Phantom of delight
When first she gleam'd upon my sight;
A lovely Apparition, sent
To be a moment's ornament:
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;
Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful dawn;
A dancing shape, an image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
I saw her upon nearer view,
A Spirit, yet a Woman too!
Her household motions light and free,
And steps of virgin liberty;
A countenance in which did meet
Sweet records, promises as sweet;
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.
And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine;
A being breathing thoughtful breath,
A traveller between life and death:
The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
A perfect Woman, nobly plann'd
To warn, to comfort, and command;
And yet a Spirit still, and bright
With something of an angel light. ~ William Wordsworth,#NFDB
515:Brian Wilson went to bed for three years. Jean-Michel Basquiat would spend all day in bed. Monica Ali, Charles Bukowski, Marcel Proust, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Tracey Emin, Emily Dickinson, Edith Sitwell, Frida Kahlo, William Wordsworth, René Descartes, Mark Twain, Henri Matisse, Kathy Acker, Derek Jarman and Patti Smith all worked or work from bed and they’re productive people. (Am I protesting too much?) Humans take to their beds for all sorts of reasons: because they’re overwhelmed by life, need to rest, think, recover from illness and trauma, because they’re cold, lonely, scared, depressed – sometimes I lie in bed for weeks with a puddle of depression in my sternum – to work, even to protest (Emily Dickinson, John and Yoko). Polar bears spend six months of the year sleeping, dormice too. Half their lives are spent asleep, no one calls them lazy. There’s a region in the South of France, near the Alps, where whole villages used to sleep through the seven months of winter – I might be descended from them. And in 1900, it was recorded that peasants from Pskov in northwest Russia would fall into a deep winter sleep called lotska for half the year: ‘for six whole months out of the twelve to be in the state of Nirvana longed for by Eastern sages, free from the stress of life, from the need to labour, from the multitudinous burdens, anxieties, and vexations of existence’.‡ Even when I’m well I like to lie in bed and think. It’s as if ~ Viv Albertine, #NFDB
516:Vale la pena soffermarci su quest’incubo [della fine della letteratura e delle arti], per come Borges ce lo racconta in una sua conversazione sui sogni e gli incubi.
Il terribile sogno è del poeta inglese William Wordsworth e si trova nel secondo [rectius: quinto] libro del poema The Prelude — un poema autobiografico, come dice il sottotitolo. Fu pubblicato nel 1850, l’anno stesso della morte del poeta. Allora non si pensava, come invece oggi, a un possibile cataclisma cosmico che annientasse ogni grande opera umana, se non l’umanità interamente.
Ma Wordsworth ne ebbe la preoccupazione e, in sogno, la visione.
Ed ecco come Borges l’assume e riassume nel suo discorso: “Nel sogno la sabbia lo circonda, un Sahara di sabbia nera. Non c’è acqua, non c’è mare. Sta al centro del deserto — nel deserto si sta sempre al centro — ed è ossessionato dal pensiero di come fare per sfuggire al deserto, quando vede qualcuno vicino a lui. Stranamente, è un arabo della tribù dei beduini, che cavalca un cammello e ha nella mano destra una lancia.
Sotto il braccio sinistro ha una pietra; nella mano una conchiglia. L’arabo gli dice che ha la missione di salvare le arti e le scienze e gli avvicina la conchiglia all’orecchio; la conchiglia è di straordinaria bellezza. Wordsworth ci dice che ascoltò la profezia (‘in una lingua che non conoscevo ma che capii’): una specie di ode appassionata, che profetizzava che la Terra era sul punto di essere distrutta dal diluvio che l’ira di Dio mandava. L’arabo gli dice che è vero, che il diluvio si avvicina, ma che egli ha una missione: salvare l’arte e le scienze. Gli mostra la pietra. La pietra, stranamente, è la Geometria di Euclide pur rimanendo una pietra. Poi gli avvicina la conchiglia, che è anche un libro: è quello che gli ha detto quelle cose terribili. La conchiglia è, anche, tutta la poesia del mondo, compreso, perche' no?, il poema di Wordsworth.
Il beduino gli dice: ‘Devo salvare queste due cose, la pietra e la conchiglia, entrambi libri’. Volge il viso all’indietro, e vi è un momento in cui Wordsworth vede che il volto del beduino cambia, si riempie di orrore. Anche lui si volge e vede una gran luce, una luce che ha inondato metà del deserto. Questa luce è quella dell’acqua del diluvio che sta per sommergere la Terra. Il beduino si allontana e Wordsworth vede che è anche don Chisciotte, che il cammello è anche Ronzinante e che allo stesso modo che la pietra è il libro e la conchiglia il libro, il beduino è don Chisciotte e nessuna delle due cose ed entrambe nello stesso tempo”...
l’immagine di don Chisciotte che si allontana invincibilmente richiama quella dipinta da Daumier, forse contemporaneamente. E ci è lecito, in aura borgesiana, chiederci se il poeta e il pittore non abbiano fatto lo stesso sogno. ~ Leonardo Sciascia,#NFDB
517:76. David Hume – Treatise on Human Nature; Essays Moral and Political; An Enquiry Concerning Human Understanding
77. Jean-Jacques Rousseau – On the Origin of Inequality; On the Political Economy; Emile – or, On Education, The Social Contract
78. Laurence Sterne – Tristram Shandy; A Sentimental Journey through France and Italy
79. Adam Smith – The Theory of Moral Sentiments; The Wealth of Nations
80. Immanuel Kant – Critique of Pure Reason; Fundamental Principles of the Metaphysics of Morals; Critique of Practical Reason; The Science of Right; Critique of Judgment; Perpetual Peace
81. Edward Gibbon – The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire; Autobiography
82. James Boswell – Journal; Life of Samuel Johnson, Ll.D.
83. Antoine Laurent Lavoisier – Traité Élémentaire de Chimie (Elements of Chemistry)
84. Alexander Hamilton, John Jay, and James Madison – Federalist Papers
85. Jeremy Bentham – Introduction to the Principles of Morals and Legislation; Theory of Fictions
86. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe – Faust; Poetry and Truth
87. Jean Baptiste Joseph Fourier – Analytical Theory of Heat
88. Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel – Phenomenology of Spirit; Philosophy of Right; Lectures on the Philosophy of History
89. William Wordsworth – Poems
90. Samuel Taylor Coleridge – Poems; Biographia Literaria
91. Jane Austen – Pride and Prejudice; Emma
92. Carl von Clausewitz – On War
93. Stendhal – The Red and the Black; The Charterhouse of Parma; On Love
94. Lord Byron – Don Juan
95. Arthur Schopenhauer – Studies in Pessimism
96. Michael Faraday – Chemical History of a Candle; Experimental Researches in Electricity
97. Charles Lyell – Principles of Geology
98. Auguste Comte – The Positive Philosophy
99. Honoré de Balzac – Père Goriot; Eugenie Grandet
100. Ralph Waldo Emerson – Representative Men; Essays; Journal
101. Nathaniel Hawthorne – The Scarlet Letter
102. Alexis de Tocqueville – Democracy in America
103. John Stuart Mill – A System of Logic; On Liberty; Representative Government; Utilitarianism; The Subjection of Women; Autobiography
104. Charles Darwin – The Origin of Species; The Descent of Man; Autobiography
105. Charles Dickens – Pickwick Papers; David Copperfield; Hard Times
106. Claude Bernard – Introduction to the Study of Experimental Medicine
107. Henry David Thoreau – Civil Disobedience; Walden
108. Karl Marx – Capital; Communist Manifesto
109. George Eliot – Adam Bede; Middlemarch
110. Herman Melville – Moby-Dick; Billy Budd
111. Fyodor Dostoevsky – Crime and Punishment; The Idiot; The Brothers Karamazov
112. Gustave Flaubert – Madame Bovary; Three Stories
113. Henrik Ibsen – Plays
114. Leo Tolstoy – War and Peace; Anna Karenina; What is Art?; Twenty-Three Tales
115. Mark Twain – The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn; The Mysterious Stranger
116. William James – The Principles of Psychology; The Varieties of Religious Experience; Pragmatism; Essays in Radical Empiricism
117. Henry James – The American; The Ambassadors
118. Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche – Thus Spoke Zarathustra; Beyond Good and Evil; The Genealogy of Morals;The Will to Power
119. Jules Henri Poincaré – Science and Hypothesis; Science and Method
120. Sigmund Freud – The Interpretation of Dreams; Introductory Lectures on Psychoanalysis; Civilization and Its Discontents; New Introductory Lectures on Psychoanalysis
121. George Bernard Shaw – Plays and Prefaces ~ Mortimer J Adler,#NFDB
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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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Wordsworth, William Wordsworth
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=> organism, being
=> living thing, animate thing
=> whole, unit
=> object, physical object
=> physical entity
=> entity
=> causal agent, cause, causal agency
=> physical entity
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--- Hyponyms of noun william_wordsworth
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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
HAS INSTANCE=> Alcaeus
HAS INSTANCE=> Apollinaire, Guillaume Apollinaire, Wilhelm Apollinaris de Kostrowitzki
HAS INSTANCE=> Arnold, Matthew Arnold
HAS INSTANCE=> Arp, Jean Arp, Hans Arp
HAS INSTANCE=> Auden, W. H. Auden, Wystan Hugh Auden
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