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
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.
food homeless homes near tables thousand
And homeless near a thousand homes I stood,And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.
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.
comfort nobly perfect spirit
A perfect woman, nobly planned,To warn, to comfort, and command;And yet a Spirit still, and brightWith something of angelic light.
circles glittering idly melted small until
Small circles glittering idly in the moon,/ Until they melted all into one track/ Of sparkling light.