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
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Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science.
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With gentle handTouch -- for there is a spirit in the woods.
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Yet sometimes, when the secret cupOf still and serious thought went round,It seemed as if he drank it up --He felt with spirit so profound.
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A slumber did my spirit seal;/ I had no human fears:/ She seemed a thing that could not feel/ The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force;/ She neither hears nor sees;/ Rolled round in earth's diurnal course. . .
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Give unto me, made lowly wise,/ The spirit of self-sacrifice.
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A perfect woman, nobly planned,To warn, to comfort, and command;And yet a Spirit still, and brightWith something of angelic light.
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By our own spirits are we deified:We Poets in our youth begin in gladness;But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.
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poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledge
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A cheerful life is what the Muses love. A soaring spirit is their prime delight.
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Wisdom and Spirit of the universe! Thou soul, that art the eternity of thought, And giv'st to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion.
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Wisdom and spirit of the Universe!
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Faith is a passionate intuition.
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Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room; And hermits are contented with their cells.
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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.