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
blend meanest pleasure sorrow
Never to blend our pleasure or our prideWith sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
brings happiness hour knowledge palpable sorrow
Many are our joysIn youth, but oh! what happiness to liveWhen every hour brings palpable accessOf knowledge, when all knowledge is delight,And sorrow is not there!
pain loss sorrow
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain That has been, and may be again.
pride sorrow pleasure
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
flower wind sorrow
'T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower, And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.
sadness heaven sorrow
In heaven above, And earth below, they best can serve true gladness Who meet most feelingly the calls of sadness.
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?
air faith
And 'tis my faith, that every flowerEnjoys the air it breathes.
calmness conflict heat keeps sees
And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the lawIn calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.
choice habit rules
And yet not choice but habit rules the unreflecting herd.
love seem worthy
And you must love him, ere to youHe will seem worthy of your love.
cannot consciousness images passed precious remained shall silent soul
And, when the streamWhich overflowed the soul was passed away,A consciousness remained that it had left,Deposited upon the silent shoreOf memory, images and precious thoughtsThat shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.