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
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.
mother growth tears
The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me,-her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears.
mother motherhood graves
One that would peep and botanize Upon his mother's grave.
perseverance kindness selfish
Neither evil tongues, rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all the dreary intercourse of daily life, shall ever prevail against us.
sweet nature art
Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things We murder to dissect. Enough of Science and of Art; Close up these barren leaves; Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives.
nature mind
To the solid ground Of Nature trusts the mind which builds for aye.
compassion tears ends
Worse than idle is compassion if it ends in tears and sighs.
sunshine earth passed-away
The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
vanity earth evening
Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows That for oblivion take their daily birth From all the fuming vanities of earth.
years yoke inevitable
Provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke.
islands heaven world
Not in Utopia, -- subterranean fields, --Or some secreted island, Heaven knows whereBut in the very world, which is the worldOf all of us, -- the place where in the endWe find our happiness, or not at all