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
english-poet
What we need is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out.
imagination known lever moral
The mightiest lever known to the moral world, imagination.
dim words
The intellectual power, through words and things,Went sounding on a dim and perilous way!
joy
I hear, I hear, with joy I hear!
heaven knows
Not in Utopia, -- subterranean fields, -- Or some secreted island, Heaven knows where! But in the very world, which is the world Of all of us, -- the place where in the end We find our happiness, or not at all!
became good honest ten
After ten months' melancholy,/ Became a good and honest man.
claimed gifts shall stray whoever
In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
good power simple
Because the good old ruleSufficeth them, the simple plan,That they should take, who have the power,And they should keep who can.
characters eternity great symbols types
Characters of the great Apocalypse,/ The types and symbols of Eternity,/ Of first, and last, and midst, and without end.
begin poet poets spirits youth
By our own spirits are we deified:We Poets in our youth begin in gladness;But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.
clouds glory lies trailing
But trailing clouds of glory do we come,From God, who is our home:Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
begin boy close growing heaven lies lies-and-lying shades
Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy
bliss couch dances flash heart inward pleasure vacant
For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.
bliss couch dances eye flash heart inward lie pleasure vacant
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.