William Wordsworth Quotes

friend is the one who showes the way and walks a piece of road with us

But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.

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.

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.

The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.

In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.

Go to the poets, they will speak to theeMore perfectly of purer creatures--

To character and success two things contradictory as they may seem must go together-humble dependence and manly independence: humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self.

Nature is a volume of which God is the author.

Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love as if to keep it warm.

To character and success two things contradictory as they may seem must go together-humble dependence and manly independence humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self.

A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays And confident tomorrows.

Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.

Nature never did betrayThe heart that loved her.

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart

How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.

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.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting...

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.

A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death?

Rest and be thankful.

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.

The ocean is a mighty harmonist.

Faith is a passionate intuition.

A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable.

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.

Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away than what it leaves behind.

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.

She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight A lovely Apparition sent To be a moment's ornament.

The child is the father of the man.

we not only wish to be pleased, but to be pleased in that particularway in which we have been accustomed to be pleased.

We must be free or die who speak the tongue That Shakespeare spake the faith and morals hold Which Milton held.

Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.

That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.

Duty were our games.

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.

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.

Hence, in a season of calm weatherThough inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea

Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

Habit rules the unreflecting herd.

That best portion of a good man's life His little nameless unremembered acts Of kindness and of love.

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.

The child is father of the man.

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.

With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.

To begin, begin.

The child is father to the man.