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
faculty infancy used
He who feels contempt for any living thing hath faculties that he hath never used, and thought with him is in its infancy.
beautiful memories purity
I should dread to disfigure the beautiful ideal of the memories of illustrious persons with incongruous features, and to sully the imaginative purity of classical works with gross and trivial recollections.
remembrance faithful mind
Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind--But how could I forget thee?
sea land ties
Chains tie us down by land and sea; And wishes, vain as mine, may be All that is left to comfort thee.
spring farewell bird
Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay, And at my casement sing, Though it should prove a farewell lay And this our parting spring. * * * * * Then, little Bird, this boon confer, Come, and my requiem sing, Nor fail to be the harbinger Of everlasting spring.
grace innocent divine
But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
dark dust together
Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows Like harmony in music; there is a dark Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles Discordant elements, makes them cling together In one society.
summer spring may
Primroses, the Spring may love them; Summer knows but little of them.
flower home years
Bright flower! whose home is everywhere Bold in maternal nature's care And all the long year through the heir Of joy or sorrow, Methinks that there abides in thee Some concord with humanity, Given to no other flower I see The forest through.
mother heart babe
A babe, by intercourse of touch I held mute dialogues with my Mother's heart.
prison doom
In truth the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is.
eye heart sky
Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground?
accomplishment imperfection vain
Either still I find Some imperfection in the chosen theme, Or see of absolute accomplishment Much wanting, so much wanting, in myself, That I recoil and droop, and seek repose In listlessness from vain perplexity, Unprofitably travelling towards the grave.
flower eye dark
The softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth: Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes, She scans the future with the eye of gods.