William Wordsworth
England
7 Apr 1770 // 23 Apr 1850
Poet
7 Apr 1770 // 23 Apr 1850
Poet
Quotes
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Let beeves and home-bred kine partake
The sweets of Burn-mill meadow;
The swan on still St. Mary's Lake
Float double, swan and shadow!
The sweets of Burn-mill meadow;
The swan on still St. Mary's Lake
Float double, swan and shadow!
Yarrow Unvisited
And when a damp
Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand
The thing became a trumpet; whence he blew
Soul-animating strains, alas! too few.
Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand
The thing became a trumpet; whence he blew
Soul-animating strains, alas! too few.
Scorn not the Sonnet
She gave me eyes, she gave me ears;
And humble cares, and delicate fears;
A heart, the fountain of sweet tears;
And love and thought and joy.
And humble cares, and delicate fears;
A heart, the fountain of sweet tears;
And love and thought and joy.
The Sparrow's Nest
Yet sometimes, when the secret cup
Of still and serious thought went round,
It seemed as if he drank it up,
He felt with spirit so profound.
Of still and serious thought went round,
It seemed as if he drank it up,
He felt with spirit so profound.
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!
The spirit of self-sacrifice;
The confidence of reason give,
And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live!
Ode to Duty
Up! up! my friend, and quit your books,
Or surely you 'll grow double!
Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks!
Why all this toil and trouble?
Or surely you 'll grow double!
Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks!
Why all this toil and trouble?
The Tables Turned
But who, if he be called upon to face
Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined
Great issues, good or bad for humankind,
Is happy as a lover.
Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined
Great issues, good or bad for humankind,
Is happy as a lover.
Character of the Happy Warrior
We bow our heads before Thee, and we laud
And magnify thy name Almighty God!
But man is thy most awful instrument
In working out a pure intent.
And magnify thy name Almighty God!
But man is thy most awful instrument
In working out a pure intent.
Ode. Imagination before Content
That blessed mood,
In which the burden of the mystery,
In which the heavy and the weary weight
Of all this unintelligible world,
Is lightened.
In which the burden of the mystery,
In which the heavy and the weary weight
Of all this unintelligible world,
Is lightened.
Lines completed a few miles above Tintern Abbey
The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
A perfect woman, nobly planned,
To warn, to comfort, and command.
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
A perfect woman, nobly planned,
To warn, to comfort, and command.
She was a Phantom of Delight
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