William Wordsworth Quotes

But trailing clouds of glory do we come from God, who is our home.

The earth was all before me. With a heart
Joyous, nor scared at its own liberty,
I look about; and should the chosen guide
Be nothing better than a wandering cloud,
I cannot miss my way.

What though the radiance that was once so bright, be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.

With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.

Mightier far Than strength of nerve or sinew, or the sway Of magic potent over sun and star, Is Love, though oft to agony distrest, And though his favorite seat be feeble woman's breast.

Be wise to-day; 'tis madness to defer.

Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home.

And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.

Poetry is the image of man and nature

But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things.

Every gift of noble origin Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way.

All things that love the sun are out of doors;
The sky rejoices in the morning's birth;
The grass is bright with rain-drops; — on the moors
The hare is running races in her mirth;
And with her feet she from the plashy earth
Raises a mist, that, glittering in the sun,
Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run.

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

Pleasures newly found are sweet When they lie about our feet.