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
heaven kindred points soar type wise
Type of the wise who soar but never roam;True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
generosity heaven high less lore rejects thou
Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore of nicely-calculated less or more.
destiny heavenly seemed stepping westward
Stepping westward seemed to be/ A kind of heavenly destiny.
heaven knows
Not in Utopia, -- subterranean fields, -- Or some secreted island, Heaven knows where! But in the very world, which is the world Of all of us, -- the place where in the end We find our happiness, or not at all!
begin boy close growing heaven lies lies-and-lying shades
Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy
baby lying heaven
Heaven lies about us in our infancy.
islands heaven world
Not in Utopia, -- subterranean fields, --Or some secreted island, Heaven knows whereBut in the very world, which is the worldOf all of us, -- the place where in the endWe find our happiness, or not at all
death heavenly dies
One of those heavenly days that cannot die.
memories heaven
The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
heaven alive dawn
Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive But to be young was very heaven.
heaven silence silent
Spires whose "silent finger points to heaven."
time sea heaven
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the sea: Listen! the mighty being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thundereverlastingly.
sweet heaven body
I, methought, while the sweet breath of heaven Was blowing on my body, felt within A correspondent breeze, that gently moved With quickening virtue, but is now become A tempest, a redundant energy, Vexing its own creation.
heaven youth young
To be young was very heaven!