William Wordsworth
William Wordsworth
William Wordsworthwas a major English Romantic poet who, with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, helped to launch the Romantic Age in English literature with their joint publication Lyrical Ballads...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth7 April 1770
action betrayed men motion ourselves transitory wonder
Action is transitory a step, a blow, The motion of a muscle, this way or that 'Tis done, and in the after-vacancy We wonder at ourselves like men betrayed
action betrayed men motion ourselves transitory wonder
Action is transitory a step, a blow, The motion of a muscle, this way or that 'Tis done, and in the after-vacancy We wonder at ourselves like men betrayed
books-and-reading both flesh happiness pastime pure strong
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.
dear heart houses lying mighty seem
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;And all that mighty heart is lying still!
lonely
Often have I sighed to measureBy myself a lonely pleasure,Sighed to think, I read a bookOnly read, perhaps, by me.
knowledge leads true wiser
Oh, be wiser thou!Instructed that true knowledge leads to love.
bore heard heart music
The music in my heart I bore long after it was heard no more
forever itself mighty
Think you, 'mid all this mighty sum/ Of things forever speaking./ That nothing of itself will come,/ But we must still be seeking?
ancient coming deem dim distant drink fleeting ghostly kindred language listening night notes obscure possible purer visionary
. . . I would stand,If the night blackened with a coming storm,Beneath some rock, listening to notes that areThe ghostly language of the ancient earth,Or make their dim abode in distant winds.Thence did I drink the visionary power;And deem not profitless those fleeting moodsOf shadowy exultation: not for this,That they are kindred to our purer mindAnd intellectual life; but that the soul,Remembering how she felt, but what she feltRemembering not, retains an obscure senseOf possible sublimity. . . .
ancient beneath coming deem dim distant drink felt fleeting ghostly kindred language listening mind moods night notes obscure possible purer visionary
. . . I would stand, If the night blackened with a coming storm, Beneath some rock, listening to notes that are The ghostly language of the ancient earth, Or make their dim abode in distant winds. Thence did I drink the visionary power; And deem not profitless those fleeting moods Of shadowy exultation: not for this, That they are kindred to our purer mind And intellectual life; but that the soul, Remembering how she felt, but what she felt Remembering not, retains an obscure sense Of possible sublimity. . . .
beauty coming happy ideal pleased rather soft work
Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene,The work of Fancy, or some happy toneOf meditation, slipping in betweenThe beauty coming and the beauty gone.
beauty good high homely living plain thinking
Plain living and high thinking are no more:The homely beauty of the good old causeIs gone.
gentle mind silent stores tale
O Reader! had you in your mindSuch stores as silent thought can bring,O gentle Reader! you would findA tale in everything.
lowly sacrifice spirit unto
Give unto me, made lowly wise,/ The spirit of self-sacrifice.