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
cannot consciousness images passed precious remained shall shore silent soul stream thoughts
And, when the stream Which overflowed the soul was passed away, A consciousness remained that it had left, Deposited upon the silent shore Of memory, images and precious thoughts That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.
brought far immortal sight souls though
Though inland far we be,Our souls have sight of that immortal seaWhich brought us hither.
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!
blended bring early fair grove heard heart human link mood nature notes pleasant sad soul spring sweet thoughts thousand works written
Written in Early Spring I heard a thousand blended notes While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What Man has made of Man.
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.
brought calm children far hear hence immortal mighty moment rolling season sight souls though travel waters
Hence in a season of calm weather/ Though inland far we be,/ Our souls have sight of that immortal sea/ Which brought us hither,/ Can in a moment travel thither,/ And see the children sport upon the shore,/ And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
eye thoughtful breathing
And now I see with eye serene, The very pulse of the machine. A being breathing thoughtful breaths, A traveler between life and death.
thoughtful thinking darkness
my brain Worked with a dim and undetermined sense Of unknown modes of being; o'er my thoughts There hung a darkness, call it solitude Or blank desertion.
song thoughtful men
the Mind of Man-- My haunt, and the main region of my song.
thoughtful men thinking
in the mind of man, A motion and a spirit, that impels All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things.
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.