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
humanity hearing sad-music
Hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue.
heart blue sky
The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky!
eye heart tears
My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.
rocks brotherhood
Monastic brotherhood, upon rock Aerial.
book past lovers
Books are the best type of the influence of the past.
flower years may
Since thy return, through days and weeks Of hope that grew by stealth, How many wan and faded cheeks Have kindled into health! The Old, by thee revived, have said, 'Another year is ours;' And wayworn Wanderers, poorly fed, Have smiled upon thy flowers.
sweet sight expectations
And what if thou, sweet May, hast known Mishap by worm and blight; If expectations newly blown Have perished in thy sight; If loves and joys, while up they sprung, Were caught as in a snare; Such is the lot of all the young, However bright and fair.
voice bird cuckoos
O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice?
sweet flower bird
In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard seat And birds and flowers once more to greet. . . .
art pride hands
Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.
flower wind sorrow
'T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower, And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.
spring bitterness
But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things.
children my-children airy
Society became my glittering bride, And airy hopes my children.
sweet long childhood
Sweet childish days, that were as long, As twenty days are now.