William Wordsworth
England
7 Apr 1770 // 23 Apr 1850
Poet
7 Apr 1770 // 23 Apr 1850
Poet
Quotes
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But who would force the soul tilts with a straw
Against a champion cased in adamant.
Against a champion cased in adamant.
Persecution of the Scottish Covenanters
To be a Prodigal's favourite, then, worse truth,
A Miser's pensioner, behold our lot!
A Miser's pensioner, behold our lot!
The Small Celandine
The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising;
There are forty feeding like one!
Their heads never raising;
There are forty feeding like one!
The Cock is crowing
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride
With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
Hart-leap Well
Type of the wise who soar but never roam,
True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
To a Skylark
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower.
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower.
Intimations of Immortality
The intellectual power, through words and things,
Went sounding on a dim and perilous way!
Went sounding on a dim and perilous way!
The Excursion
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On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
Essays
Essays
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."
Essays
Essays