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
beauty grace melancholy
Elysian beauty, melancholy grace, Brought from a pensive though a happy place.
brother sunshine land
How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land!
time hair crime
That kill the bloom before its time, And blanch, without the owner's crime, The most resplendent hair.
time stars twilight
She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight, A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair, Like twilights too her dusky hair, But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn.
time quiet holy
The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration.
eye play feelings
Alas! how little can a moment show Of an eye where feeling plays In ten thousand dewy rays: A face o'er which a thousand shadows go!
life care world
Far from the world I walk, and from all care.
soul anon breeze
Recognizes ever and anon The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul.
soul depth tumult
The gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.
hands soul path
And when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet; whence he blew Soul-animating strains,-alas! too few.
ocean sea sight
Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither.
memories soul passed-away
And when the stream Which overflowed the soul was passed away, A consciousness remained that it had left Deposited upon the silent shore Of memory images and precious thoughts That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.
love worthy seems
And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.
love men air
Thou has left behind Powers that will work for thee,-air, earth, and skies! There 's not a breathing of the common wind That will forget thee; thou hast great allies; Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and man's unconquerable mind.