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
almighty bow heads thy
We bow our heads before Thee, and we laudAnd magnify thy name, Almighty God!
soul thy
Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart.
awful call guidance thy weakness
To humbler functions, awful Power!I call thee: I myself commendUnto thy guidance from this hour;Oh, let my weakness have an end!
moments noisy thy
O Silence! are Man's noisy yearsNo more than moments of thy life?
awful man pure thy
But man is thy most awful instrumentIn working out a pure intent.
absence air art love plant thou thy weak withers
Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant / Of such weak fibre that the treacherous air / Of absence withers what was once so fair?
destiny evermore heart hope whether
Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and only there;With hope it is, hope that can never die,Effort and expectation, and desire,And something evermore about to be.
age-and-aging beautiful foolish happy nature
With Nature never do they wageA foolish strife; they seeA happy youth, and their old ageIs beautiful and free.
greater
We feel that we are greater than we know.
marble mind newton prism seas silent statue strange
Where the statue stood/ Of Newton with his prism and silent face,/ The marble index of a mind for ever/ Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone.
land lies ship
Where lies the land to which yon ship must go?
art darling invisible thou
Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring!Even yet thou art to meNo bird, but an invisible thing,A voice, a mystery. . . .
child earth grew lady nature shall sun three
Three years she grew in sun and shower,/ Then Nature said, 'A lovelier flower/ On earth was never sown;/ This child I to myself will take;/ She shall be mine, and I will make/ A Lady of my own.
dim nights passed three words
Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on,Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.