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
among arabian bands breaking chant farthest heard notes seas shady silence thrilling travelers voice weary welcome
No Nightingale did ever chant More welcome notes to weary bands Of travelers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands: A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebri
bolt fatal fears harm voices
What are fears but voices airy?Whispering harm where harm is not.And deluding the unwaryTill the fatal bolt is shot!
bolt fatal fear fears harm till voices whispering
What are fears but voices airy? Whispering harm where harm is not. And deluding the unwary Till the fatal bolt is shot!
mighty voices
Two Voices are there; one is of the sea,One of the mountains; each a mighty Voice.
art check daughter light name stern thou voice
Stern Daughter of the Voice of God!/ O Duty! if that name thou love/ Who art a light to guide, a rod/ To check the erring and reprove.
sea voice silence
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard... Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
fear voice whispering
What are fears but voices airy? Whispering harm where harm is not. And deluding the unwary Till the fatal bolt is shot!
voice bird cuckoos
O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice?
voice sea two
Two voices are there; one is of the sea, One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice.
stars fall voice
The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink I heard a voice it said Drink, pretty creature, drink'
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.