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
cover gave loose moral natural stones
To every natural form, rock, fruits, or flower,Even the loose stones that cover the highway,I gave a moral life.
active form spoke
To every Form of being is assigned,"Thus calmly spoke the venerable Sage,"An active Principle.
eyes stars twilight
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair. . . .
eyes stars twilight
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair. . . .
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.
knowing men
How men livedEven next-door neighbors, as we say, yet stillStrangers, not knowing each the other's name.
bold sanctified shall throughout
How the bold teacher's doctrine, sanctified By truth, shall spread, throughout the world dispersed
continued honorable men objects please
All men feel something of an honorable bigotry for the objects which have long continued to please them.
holy quiet time
The holy time is quiet as a nunBreathless with adoration.
cattle feeding forty heads
The cattle are grazing,Their heads never raising;There are forty feeding like one!
food homeless homes near tables thousand
And homeless near a thousand homes I stood,And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.
grim living measured motion purpose
The grim shape/ Towered up between me and the stars, and still,/ For so it seemed, with purpose of its own/ And measured motion like a living thing,/ Strode after me.