William Wordsworth Quotes

Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain That has been, and may be again.

A few strong instincts and a few plain rules, Among the herdsmen of the Alps, have wrought More for mankind at this unhappy day Then all the pride of intellect and thought?

There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale, Which to this day stands single, in the midst Of its own darkness, as it stood of yore.

If the time should ever come when what is now called science, thus familiarised to men, shall be ready to put on, as it were, a form of flesh and blood, the Poet will lend his divine spirit to aid the transfiguration, and will welcome the Being thus produced, as a dear and genuine inmate of the house of man.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting...

Nature never did betray
The heart that loved her.

Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and its fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

Small service is true service while it lasts. Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one: The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.

Success consists of getting up just one more time than you fall.

Oft on the dappled turf at ease I sit, and play with similes, Loose types of things through all degrees.

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;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.

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

The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart.

— A simple child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death?

A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company.