William Wordsworth
England
7 Apr 1770 // 23 Apr 1850
Poet
7 Apr 1770 // 23 Apr 1850
Poet
Quotes
Full twenty times was Peter feared,
For once that Peter was respected.
For once that Peter was respected.
There 's something in a flying horse,
There 's something in a huge balloon.
There 's something in a huge balloon.
A primrose by a river's brim
A yellow primrose was to him,
And it was nothing more.
A yellow primrose was to him,
And it was nothing more.
As if the man had fixed his face,
In many a solitary place,
Against the wind and open sky!
In many a solitary place,
Against the wind and open sky!
The soft blue sky did never melt
Into his heart; he never felt
The witchery of the soft blue sky!
Into his heart; he never felt
The witchery of the soft blue sky!
The common growth of Mother Earth
Suffices me, her tears, her mirth,
Her humblest mirth and tears.
Suffices me, her tears, her mirth,
Her humblest mirth and tears.
On a fair prospect some have looked,
And felt, as I have heard them say,
As if the moving time had been
A thing as steadfast as the scene
On which they gazed themselves away.
And felt, as I have heard them say,
As if the moving time had been
A thing as steadfast as the scene
On which they gazed themselves away.
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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