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
dearest heart hundredth lore seldom teach thee
O dearest, dearest boy! my heartFor better lore would seldom yearn,Could I but teach the hundredth partOf what from thee I learn.
heart leaps rainbow
My heart leaps up when I beholdA rainbow in the sky.
behold heart leaps rainbow
My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky.
fear hearts human judge man nature prevail reason righteous solemn wise words
Why do not words and kiss, and solemn pledge, And nature that is kind in woman's breast, And reason that in man is wise and good, And fear of Him who is a righteous Judge - Why do not these prevail for human life, To keep two hearts together, that be
gratitude heard hearts left
I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deedsWith coldness still returning;Alas! the gratitude of menHath oftener left me mourning.
destiny evermore heart hope whether
Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and only there;With hope it is, hope that can never die,Effort and expectation, and desire,And something evermore about to be.
blended bring early fair grove heard heart human link mood nature notes pleasant sad soul spring sweet thoughts thousand works written
Written in Early Spring I heard a thousand blended notes While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What Man has made of Man.
blows deep flower hath heart human joys lie meanest palms race thanks thoughts
Another race hath been, and other palms are won./ Thanks to the human heart by which we live,/ Thanks to its tenderness, its joys and fears,/ To me the meanest flower that blows can give/ Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
dear heart houses lying mighty seem
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;And all that mighty heart is lying still!
bore heard heart music
The music in my heart I bore long after it was heard no more
bliss couch dances flash heart inward pleasure vacant
For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.
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.
burn die dry dust good hearts summer whose
The good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket
heart man
And much it grieved my heart to thinkWhat Man has made of Man.