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
love flower larks
Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower Near the lark's nest, and in their natural hour Have passed away; less happy than the one That by the unwilling ploughshare died to prove The tender charm of poetry and love.
time moving scene
On a fair prospect some have looked, And felt, as I have heard them say, As if the moving time had been A thing as steadfast as the scene On which they gazed themselves away.
love slave should
A Briton even in love should be A subject, not a slave!
love should heed
But how can he expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all?
soul height gains
And the most difficult of tasks to keep Heights which the soul is competent to gain.
lying flower heart
The clouds that gather round the setting sun do take a sober colouring from an eye that hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, to me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
pain gains miserable
Who, doomed to go in company with Pain And Fear and Bloodshed,-miserable train!- Turns his necessity to glorious gain.
betrayal shapes danger
Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, Nor thought of tender happiness betray.
passion together empires
The Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society.
cheerful delight spirit
A cheerful life is what the Muses love. A soaring spirit is their prime delight.
rain army blue
Like an army defeated The snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill; The Ploughboy is whooping — anon — anon! There's joy in the mountains: There's life in the fountains; Small clouds are sailing, Blue sky prevailing; The rain is over and gone.
dream fall men
Not Chaos, not the darkest pit of lowest Erebus, nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out by help of dreams - can breed such fear and awe as fall upon us often when we look into our Minds, into the Mind of Man.
sad spring maids
She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love.
lasts
Small service is true service, while it lasts.