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
admiration ascend dignity hope wisely
We live by admiration, hope and love; and even as these are well and wisely fixed, in dignity of being we ascend
heaven kindred points soar type wise
Type of the wise who soar but never roam;True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
fear hearts human judge man nature prevail reason righteous solemn wise words
Why do not words and kiss, and solemn pledge, And nature that is kind in woman's breast, And reason that in man is wise and good, And fear of Him who is a righteous Judge - Why do not these prevail for human life, To keep two hearts together, that be
knowledge leads true wiser
Oh, be wiser thou!Instructed that true knowledge leads to love.
wise sacrifice self
Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice; The confidence of reason give, And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live!
wise mind divine
Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness
birthday wise time
The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.
love wise knowledge
Oh, be wise, Thou! Instructed that true knowledge leads to love.
wise brain battle
Tis not in battles that from youth we train The Governor who must be wise and good, And temper with the sternness of the brain Thoughts motherly, and meek as womanhood.
wise learning speech
Babylon, Learned and wise, hath perished utterly, Nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh That would lament her.
wise home heaven
Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
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?