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
eyes stars twilight
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair. . . .
eyes stars twilight
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair. . . .
delicate eyes fountain gave humble love sweet
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.
bliss couch dances eye flash heart inward lie pleasure vacant
For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
eye pulse
And now I see with eye sereneThe very pulse of the machine.
life eye blood
Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
eye thoughtful breathing
And now I see with eye serene, The very pulse of the machine. A being breathing thoughtful breaths, A traveler between life and death.
eye ears body
The eye— it cannot choose but see; we cannot bid the ear be still; our bodies feel, where'er they be, against or with our will.
lying eye solitude
For oft, when on my couch I lie in vacant or in pensive mood they flash upon that inward eye which is the bliss of solitude
life eye dies
As in the eye of Nature he has lived, So in the eye of Nature let him die!
eye play feelings
Alas! how little can a moment show Of an eye where feeling plays In ten thousand dewy rays: A face o'er which a thousand shadows go!
love passion eye
The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, An appetite; a feeling and a love that had no need of a remoter charm by thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
eye heart tears
My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.
sleep eye heart
The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart.