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
wise mind divine
Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness
moving fall world
Those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realised, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised
simple simplicity should
Because the good old rule Sufficeth them,-the simple plan, That they should take who have the power, And they should keep who can.
kindness shadow sun
The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.
running gratitude heart
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.
men joy singers
A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer's joy.
children father heart
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; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
baby lying heaven
Heaven lies about us in our infancy.
strong intuition instinct
A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
opportunity missing subtle
Miss not the occasion; by the forelock take that subtle power, the never-halting time.
sea voice silence
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard... Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
love knows
What know we of the Blest above but that they sing, and that they love?
lonely loneliness book
Often have I sighed to measure By myself a lonely pleasure,- Sighed to think I read a book, Only read, perhaps, by me.
lonely loneliness sleep
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.