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
lilies praise daisies
Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, Let them live upon their praises.
prayer office mind
Rapt into still communion that transcends The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him; it was blessedness and love!
men mountain easy
The thought of death sits easy on the man Who has been born and dies among the mountains.
art soul spirit
Wisdom and Spirit of the universe! Thou soul, that art the eternity of thought, And giv'st to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion.
spring years snow
Nor will I then thy modest grace forget, Chaste Snow-drop, venturous harbinger of Spring, And pensive monitor of fleeting years!
heart flames soul
One solace yet remains for us who came Into this world in days when story lacked Severe research, that in our hearts we know How, for exciting youth's heroic flame, Assent is power, belief the soul of fact.
flower simple veils
The Primrose for a veil had spread The largest of her upright leaves; And thus for purposes benign, A simple flower deceives.
passion law differences
In spite of difference of soil and climate, of language and manners, of laws and customs-in spite of things silently gone out of mind, and things violently destroyed, the Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society, as it is spread over the whole earth, and over all time.
flower long stories
Long as there's a sun that sets, Primroses will have their glory; Long as there are violets, They will have a place in story: There's a flower that shall be mine, 'Tis the little Celandine.
flower sight cups
The mysteries that cups of flowers infold And all the gorgeous sights which fairies do behold.
summer children casts
Hope smiled when your nativity was cast, Children of Summer!
flower sacred poor
The very flowers are sacred to the poor.
song rose mark
But to a higher mark than song can reach, Rose this pure eloquence.
mother children men
Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster child, her inmate man, Forget the glories he hath known And that imperial palace whence he came.