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
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.
heart long musical
I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
sweet long childhood
Sweet childish days, that were as long, As twenty days are now.
flower long stories
Long as there's a sun that sets, Primroses will have their glory; Long as there are violets, They will have a place in story: There's a flower that shall be mine, 'Tis the little Celandine.
common harvest quiet random round sleeps truths
In common things that round us lieSome random truths he can impart, --The harvest of a quiet eyeThat broods and sleeps on his own heart.
birth deeper impulses
Impulses of deeper birth have come to him in solitude.
form function shall
Still glides the Stream, and shall for ever glide;The Form remains, the Function never dies.
noisy strongest whom
Strongest mindsAre often those of whom the noisy worldHears least.
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!
became good honest ten
After ten months' melancholy,/ Became a good and honest man.
cottage evening named
The cottage which was named the Evening Star/ Is gone.
cloud floats golden high lonely saw wandered
I wandered lonely as a cloud / That floats on high o'er vales and hills, / When all at once I saw a crowd, / A host, of golden daffodils.
gratitude heard hearts left
I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deedsWith coldness still returning;Alas! the gratitude of menHath oftener left me mourning.
royal saint tax vain
Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense.