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
children heart sea
I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul listened intensely; for from within were heard Murmurings whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea. Even such a shell the universe itself Is to the ear of faith; and there are times, I doubt not, when to you it doth impart Authentic tidings of invisible things, Of ebb and flow, and ever enduring power, And central peace, subsisting at the heart Of endless Agitation.
heart fever world
The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart.
love cheer air
His love was like the liberal air, embracing all, to cheer and bless.
mean reality imagination
Imagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality.
romance sitting sole
Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
fear past world
He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure; No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,- The past unsighed for, and the future sure.
historical dear credulity
Those old credulities, to Nature dear, Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock Of history?
flower ballet saws
Ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
life noble earth
There is One great society alone on earth: The noble living and the noble dead.
fire may losing
Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost.
summer song flower
Look at the fate of summer flowers, which blow at daybreak, droop ere even-song.
christian lying pride
A soul so pitiably forlorn, If such do on this earth abide, May season apathy with scorn, May turn indifference to pride; And still be not unblest- compared With him who grovels, self-debarred From all that lies within the scope Of holy faith and christian hope; Or, shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost.
spring gay blow
Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, And lilies face the March-winds in full blow, And humbler growths as moved with one desire Put on, to welcome spring, their best attire, Poor Robin is yet flowerless; but how gay With his red stalks upon this sunny day!
stars self shadow
That to this mountain-daisy's self were known The beauty of its star-shaped shadow, thrown On the smooth surface of this naked stone!