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
tree brotherhood
A brotherhood of venerable trees.
mother dream morning
Even thus last night, and two nights more I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep, by any stealth: So do not let me wear to-night away. Without thee what is all the morning's wealth? Come, blessed barrier between day and day, Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!
insult
Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.
sweet heart blood
Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
sleep eye heart
The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart.
sweet heart humble
She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; And humble cares, and delicate fears; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears; And love and thought and joy.
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.