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
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.
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.