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
hours dundee
Oh for a single hour of that Dundee Who on that day the word of onset gave!
light imagination rivals
But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.
beauty air gleam
Of all that is most beauteous, imaged there In happier beauty; more pellucid streams, An ampler ether, a diviner air, And fields invested with purpureal gleams.
beauty stars secret-places
The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
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.