William Wordsworth Quotes

[...]the stately and slow-moving Turk,
With freight of slippers piled beneath his arm.

A primrose by a river's brim A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more.

A fingering slave, One that would peep and botanize Upon his mother's grave.

When his veering gait And every motion of his starry train Seem governed by a strain Of music, audible to him alone.

Alas! how little can a moment show Of an eye where feeling plays In ten thousand dewy rays: A face o'er which a thousand shadows go!

Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,
Are a substantial world, both pure and good.

Therefore, let the moon shine on thee in thy solitary walk; And let the misty-mountain winds be free to blow against thee.

For I have learned
To look on nature, not as in the hour
Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes
The still, sad music of humanity,
Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power
To chasten and subdue. And I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean and the living air,
And the blue sky, and 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. Therefore am I still
A lover of the meadows and the woods,
And mountains; and of all that we behold
From this green earth; of all the mighty world
Of eye, and ear, — both what they half create,
And what perceive; well pleased to recognise
In nature and the language of the sense,
The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse,
The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul
Of all my moral being.

Me this unchartered freedom tires; I feel the weight of chance-desires: My hopes no more must change their name, I long for a repose that ever is the same.

For the gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.

But he is risen, a later star of dawn.

Bagian terbaik dari hidup seseorang adalah perbuatan-perbuatan baiknya dan kasihnya yang tidak diketahui orang lain.

Mighty is the charm
Of these abstractions to a mind beset
With images, and haunted by herself
And specially delightful unto me
Was that clear synthesis built up aloft
So gracefully.

My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;

Men are we, and must grieve when even the Shade Of that which once was great, is passed away.