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
country fear men
When men change swords for ledgers, and desert The student's bower for gold, some fears unnamed I had, my Country--am I to be blamed?
opportunity missing subtle
Miss not the occasion; by the forelock take that subtle power, the never-halting time.
opportunity missing subtle
Miss not the occasion; by the forelock take that subtle power, the never-halting time.
strong intuition instinct
A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
strong intuition instinct
A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
names long desire
Me this uncharted freedom tires; I feel the weight of chance desires, My hopes no more must change their name, I long for a repose that ever is the same.
struggle men principles
We have no knowledge, that is, no general principles drawn from the contemplation of particular facts, but what has been built up by pleasure, and exists in us by pleasure alone. The Man of Science, the Chemist and Mathematician, whatever difficulties and disgusts they may have had to struggle with, know and feel this. However painful may be the objects with which the Anatomist's knowledge is connected, he feels that his knowledge is pleasure; and where he has no pleasure he has no knowledge.
war army snow
Like an army defeated the snow hath retreated.
change delight lows
As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.
play ease degrees
Oft on the dappled turf at ease I sit, and play with similes, Loose type of things through all degrees.
play ease degrees
Oft on the dappled turf at ease I sit, and play with similes, Loose type of things through all degrees.
tree brotherhood
A brotherhood of venerable trees.
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!