Explore popular quotes and sayings by an English poet William Wordsworth.
Last updated on December 23, 2024.
William Wordsworth was an English Romantic poet who, with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, helped to launch the Romantic Age in English literature with their joint publication Lyrical Ballads (1798).
The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this.
The child is father of the man.
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.
The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.
How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.
Faith is a passionate intuition.
The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.
With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.
Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.
Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.
What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.
What we need is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out.
I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.
A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor.
That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more.
One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing.
Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present, to live better in the future.
To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.
When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign is solitude.
But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.
For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.
We live by admiration, hope and love.
Open-mindedness is the harvest of a quiet eye.
That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.
Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.
Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream.
The Rainbow comes and goes,
And lovely is the Rose.
The childhood of today is the manhood of tomorrow
We have within ourselves Enough to fill the present day with joy, And overspread the future years with hope.
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner's eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple.
The education of circumstances is superior to that of tuition.
Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.
We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower,
We feel that we are greater than we know.
In truth the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is.
All that we behold is full of blessings.
While all the future, for thy purer soul,
With "sober certainties" of love is blest.
How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.
Memories... images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed.
Every great and original writer, in proportion as he is great and original, must himself create the taste by which he is to be relished.
A cheerful life is what the Muses love. A soaring spirit is their prime delight.