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
barrier blessed fresh joyous mother thee thoughts
Without Thee what is all the morning's wealth?Come, blessed barrier between day and day,Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!
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.
impatient joy share surprised wished
Surprised by joy -- impatient as the windI wished to share the transport.
joy
I hear, I hear, with joy I hear!
face glad joy wear
And often, glad no more,We wear a face of joy becauseWe have been glad of yore.
men joy singers
A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer's joy.
pride boys joy
I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous boy, The sleepless soul that perished in his pride; Of him who walked in glory and in joy, Following his plough, along the mountain-side. By our own spirits we are deified; We Poets in our youth begin in gladness, But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.
joy remember embers
O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!
joy faces glad
And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy because We have been glad of yore.
nature book joy
May books and nature be their early joy!
years joy enough
We have within ourselves Enough to fill the present day with joy, And overspread the future years with hope.
bosom sea sleeping winds
The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;The winds that will be howling at all hours,And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;For this, for everything, we are out of tune.
beside poet waves
The waves beside them danced; but they/ Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:/ A poet could not but be gay,/ In such a jocund company.
draws feels life lightly simple
A simple child,That lightly draws its breath,And feels its life in every limb,What should it know of death?