And mighty poets in their misery dead.
William Wordsworth
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Methought I say the footsteps of a throne.
- William Wordsworth,
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH we not only wish to be pleased, but to be pleased in that particular
way in which we have been ...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
N.H. KLEINBAUM Boys, you must strive to find your own voice. Because, the longer you wait to begin, the less likely...
TOM SCHULMAN The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wak...
HELEN BEVINGTON Oh captain my captain
WALT WHITMAN TODD: Well, listen, Neil. I-I appreciate this concern, but I-I'm not like you.All right? You, you, y...
TOM SCHULMAN Mr. Anderson thinks that everything inside of him is worthless and embarrassing. Isn't that right, T...
TOM SCHULMAN I close my eyes, and this image floats beside me.
A sweaty toothed mad man with a stare that p...
TOM SCHULMAN Nine-tenths of English poetic literature is the result either of vulgar careerism or of a poet tryin...
ROBERT GRAVES To tell of disappointment and misery, to thicken the darkness of futurity, and perplex the labyrinth...
SAMUEL JOHNSON The Language Poets are writing only about language itself. The Ashbery poets are writing only about ...
ROBERT MORGAN A lot of poets too live on the margins of social acceptance, they certainly aren't in it for the...
JIM JARMUSCH Truth like a blanket
that always leaves
your feet cold
screenwriter of Dead Poets' Society.
TOM SCHULMAN We drag our former lover
like dead poets
into the future
bound and gagged
in the truck of the car
be...
LONNIE D. HICKS Written poetry is worth reading once, and then should be destroyed. Let the dead poets make way for ...
ANTONIN ARTAUD
MUSINGS
The little poets sing of little things:
Hope, cheer, and f...
ROBERT E. HOWARD We learned in the university to consider Wordsworth and Keats as Romantics. They were only a generat...
THOM GUNN For there is no one so great or mighty that he can avoid the misery that will rise up against him wh...
JOHN CALVIN For there is no one so great or mighty that he can avoid the misery that will rise up against him wh...
JOHN CALVIN I want to read Keats and Wordsworth, Hemingway, George Orwell.
ARAVIND ADIGA when I become death. Death is the seed from which I grow.
WILLIAM S. BURROUGHS She fed him scraps from her ragbag because words were all that were left now. Perhaps he could use t...
KATE ATKINSON Souls of poets dead and gone,
What Elysium have ye known,
Happy field or mossy cavern,
C...
JOHN KEATS In Russia all tyrants believe poets to be their worst enemies.
YEVGENY YEVTUSHENKO People create their own happiness and also cause their own misery
DEE COLONESE Action is transitory a step, a blow, The motion of a muscle, this way or that 'Tis done, and in the ...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The child is father of the man
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH All things that love the sun are out of doors.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Strongest mindsAre often those of whom the noisy worldHears least.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Deprivation is for me what daffodils were for Wordsworth.
PHILIP LARKIN REQUIEM, n. A mass for the dead which the minor poets assure us the winds sing o'er the graves of th...
AMBROSE BIERCE Poets heap virtues, painters gems, at will,
And show their zeal, and hide their want of skill.
ALEXANDER POPE Cambridge has seen many strange sights. It has seen Wordsworth drunk, it has seen Porson sober. I am...
A. E. HOUSMAN Our hospital was famous and housed many great poets and singers. Did the hospital specialize in poet...
SUSANNA KAYSEN But Wordsworth is the poet I admire above all others.
ANDREW MOTION Dead battles, like dead generals, hold the military mind in their dead grip.
BARBARA TUCHMAN And he did not many mighty works there because of their unbelief.
BIBLE How poor this world would be without its graves, without the memories of its mighty dead. Only the v...
ROBERT GREEN INGERSOLL Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them.
FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE Each year his mighty armies marched forth in gallant show,
Their enemies were targets, their bulle...
PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER Let simple Wordsworth chime his childish verse, / And brother Coleridge lull the babe at nurse.
LORD BYRON And king Herod heard of him; (for his name was spread abroad:) and he said, That John the Baptist wa...
BIBLE To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand; therefore, if tou art mov'd, thou runst away. (To...
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Most poets in their youth begin in adolescent sadness. I find it more rewarding to end in gladness.
JAMES BROUGHTON I see no marks of Wordsworths style of writing or style of thinking in my own work, yet Wordsworth i...
J. M. COETZEE American poets celebrate their bodies, very specifically, as Whitman did.
DIANE WAKOSKI I wonder what all those Chinese poets sound like in Chinese. I like their distilled quality.
TOM VERLAINE When you read, don't just consider what the author thinks, consider what you think
TOM SCHULMAN The productions of all arts are kinds of poetry and their craftsmen are all poets.
PLATO Poets don't draw. They unravel their handwriting and then tie it up again, but differently.
JEAN COCTEAU Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,But to be young was very heaven!
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH She gave me eyes, she gave me ears;And humble cares, and delicate fears;A heart, the fountain of swe...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH And, when the streamWhich overflowed the soul was passed away,A consciousness remained that it had l...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH I am already kindly disposed towards you. My friendship it is not in my power to give: this is a gif...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and good poets make it ...
T.S. ELIOT He hath put down the mighty from their seats, and exalted them of low degree.
BIBLE Mighty in deeds and not in words.
ANON. Sentinels of trees
breathe life into bodies of earthly flesh
As their mighty arms reach to...
RAMON RAVENSWOOD Books are good enough in their own way, but they are a mighty bloodless substitute for life.
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON Books are good enough in their own way, but they are a mighty bloodless substitute for life
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON Of course poets have morals and manners of their own, and custom is no argument with them.
THOMAS HARDY The English kill off all their poets by the time they're forty
D.H. LAWRENCE The simple Wordsworth . . . / Who, both by precept and example, shows / That prose is verse, and ver...
LORD BYRON Dead battles, like dead generals, hold the military mind in their dead grip and Germans, no less tha...
BARBARA W. TUCHMAN Sunday: A day given over by Americans to wishing they were dead and in heaven, and that their neighb...
H. L. MENCKEN This diversity of misery and joy is no more than excited neurons in the skull.
YAMIN RASHEED There are two classes of poets - the poets by education and practice, these we respect; and poets by...
RALPH WALDO EMERSON Let the dead bury their dead.
BIBLE We live by admiration, hope and love; and even as these are well and wisely fixed, in dignity of bei...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Some people are so addicted to their misery that they will destroy anything that gets in the way of ...
BRYANT MCGILL People who deliver their work in poetry slams have a lot of vitality, and they are more dramatic tha...
PETER DAVISON And Allah turned back the unbelievers in their rage; they did not obtain any advantage, and Allah su...
QURAN Poets don't draw. They unravel their handwriting and then tie it up again, but differently.
JEAN COCTEAU Poets can't resist the dramatic pull of their lives and so inevitably write autobiographical ver...
JOHN BARTON Let the poets cry themselves to sleep, and all their tearful words will turn back into steam.
CONOR OBERST Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They're always sticking their emotions in things ...
J.D. SALINGER Poets are simply those who have made a profession ans a lifestyle of being in touch with their bliss...
JOSEPH CAMPBELL Several families have brought in their dead.
JASON GREEN All poets' wives have rotten lives Their husbands look at them like knives.
DELMORE SCHWARTZ poets. have
the toughest job
in the universe-
of turning silence
into elo...
SANOBER KHAN I am a genius who has written poems that will survive with the best of Shakespeare, Wordsworth and K...
IRVING LAYTON The dead man is on the trolley and the woman collapses across his chest. That's what the ghouls want...
IRVINE WELSH what ho, apothecary!
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness. And in the taste destroys the appetite. Th...
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Well, in that hit you miss. She'll not be hit
With Cupid's arrow. She hath Dian's wit,
And...
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE The extraordinary-looking pair of young people weren't holding hands, but the way they tilted ever s...
JOSEPHINE ANGELINI An unfortunate truth: We can never make someone happy if they choose to wallow in their misery.
C LIONG Immature poets imitate, mature poets steal.
PHILIP MASSINGER Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
T. S. ELIOT Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
T.S. ELIOT Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
William Shakespeare: My muse, as always, is Aphrodite.
Philip Henslowe: Aphrodite Baggett, who ...
MARC NORMAN Poets are accepted in Canada as practically nowhere else in the West because of their place in an of...
GEORGE FETHERLING Gather all the people stuck in misery and measure their morality, and that would be the collective t...
ABHIJIT NASKAR LEFTISTS EAT THEIR CHILDREN: The poets, artists, and radicals are murdered first once the "revolutio...
A.E. SAMAAN I was offered 'Pretty Woman.' I was offered 'Big' and 'Dead Poets Society.' ...
ALBERT BROOKS At least we should learn to understand our fellow beings, for we are powerless to stop their misery,...
ROBERT WALSER Poets knew that isolation in nature, far from people and things man-made, was good for the soul, and...
NICHOLAS SPARKS Souls of poets dead and gone, / What Elysium have ye known, / Happy field or mossy cavern, / Choicer...
JOHN KEATS
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WILLIAM WORDSWORTH On that best portion of a good man's life,
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Of kindness...
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A six years' Darling of a pigmy size!
See, where '...
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Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
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WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Lost in a gloom of uninspired research.
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Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
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Full well I recollect. We often crossed
Each other's path...
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WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtles...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Mark the babe not long accustomed to this breathing world; One that hath barely learned to shape a s...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Bright flowers, whose home is everywhere
Bold in maternal nature's care
And all the long year ...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising:
There are forty feeding like one!
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Historian of my infancy!
Float near me; do not yet depart!
...
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Intent his wasted spirits to renew;
And whom the curious...
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Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand
The Thing became a trumpet; whence ...
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I hear thee and rejoice;
O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird,...
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Heard I that voice! and catch it now, though faint,
...
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Beside a human door.
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Their way to me; 'tis falsely said
That even there was ...
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Which to this day stands single, in the midst
Of it...
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This solitary Tree! A living thing
Produced too slo...
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With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowing
Under the sky's gray arch;
Smiling I watch the...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Thou unassuming Commonplace
Of Nature.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH We meet thee, like a pleasant thought,
When such are wanted.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The poet's darling.
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Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the ...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The marble index of a mind forever
Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay,
And at my easement sing,
Though it should prove a farewell...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Now when the primrose makes a splendid show,
And lilies face the March-winds in full blow,
And...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Who art a light to guide, a rod
To check the erring, and reprove.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Among the dwellings framed by birds
In field or forest with nice care,
Is none that with the l...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH We take no note of time
But from its loss.
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And confident to-morrows.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH And beauty, for confiding youth,
Those shocks of passion can prepare
That kill the bloom befor...
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The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the b...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The swan on still St. Mary's lake
Float double, swan and shadow!
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The pious bird with the scarlet breast,
Our little Engl...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Two voices are there; one is of the sea,
One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH He could afford to suffer
With those whom he saw suffer.
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He that has none, must make them or be wretched...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows
That for oblivion that their daily birth
From all t...
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His homely tale, this very day;
His voice was buried among tr...
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Into the Avon, Avon to the tide
Of Severn, Sever...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Like--but oh! how different!
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Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
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In luxury of disrespect
To our own prodigal excess
Of too...
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His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The holy time is quiet as a Nun
Breathless with adoration.
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WILLIAM WORDSWORTH What we need is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
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I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on hig...
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WILLIAM WORDSWORTH From Stirling Castle we had seen
The mazy Forth unravelled;
Had trod the banks of Clyde and Ta...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The soft blue sky did never melt
Into his heart; he never felt
The witching of the soft blue s...
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Will not depart when mortal voices bid.
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Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
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Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
W...
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Preserves her beauty 'mid autumnal leaves
An...
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Beside the springs of Dove,
A maid whom there were none to ...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Hail to thee, far above the rest
In joy of voice and pinion!
Thou, linnet! in thy green array...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The intellectual power, through words and things,
Went sounding on, a dim and perilous way!
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Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.
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Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men,
Dropped from a...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Meek Walton's heavenly memory.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Methought I say the footsteps of a throne.
- William Wordsworth,
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Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be not forever taken from my sight,
Though...
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WILLIAM WORDSWORTH That best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of l...
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A lovely apparition, sent...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Wisdom and spirit of the Universe!
Thou soul is the eternity of thought!
That giv'st to form...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
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False fires, that others may be lost.
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Those bright blue eggs together laid!
On me the chance-discove...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH My eyes are dim with childish tears,
My heart is idly stirred,
For the same sound is in my ear...
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Smiles that with motion of their own
Do spread, and sin...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A tale in everything.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendor, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Once did she hold the gorgeous East in fee,
And was the safeguard of the West.
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WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH There's something in a flying horse,
There's something in a huge balloon.
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He, too, is no mean preacher:
Come forth into the li...
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Hangs a thrush that sings loud, it has sung f...
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WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, ...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The cattle are grazing,Their heads never raising;There are forty feeding like one!
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WILLIAM WORDSWORTH In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird,Or but a wandering voice?
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH And yet the wiser mind
Mourns less for what age takes away
Than what it leaves behind.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Be mild, and cleave to gentle things,
thy glory and thy happiness be there.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers; WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,
Are a substantial world, both pure and goo...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH we not only wish to be pleased, but to be pleased in that particular
way in which we have been ...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH In ourselves our safety must be sought.
By our own right hand it must be wrought.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Provoke/ The years to bring the inevitable yoke.
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WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Rest and be thankful.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Sensations sweet,Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH How men livedEven next-door neighbors, as we say, yet stillStrangers, not knowing each the other's n...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH There is a comfort in the strength of love; 'Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset ...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The music in my heart I bore
Long after it was heard no more.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ...The happy Warrior... 'tis he whose law is reason; who depends upon that law as on the best of fri...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Tho...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of someth...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledge
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Then my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
S...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Wisdom is oft-times nearer when we stoop
Than when we soar.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The best portion of a good man's life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep/ Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
T...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH To character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together . . . humble ...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH And now I see with eye sereneThe very pulse of the machine.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Beloved Vale, I said, When I shall con those many records of my childish years
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Look for the stars, you'll say that there are none;
Look up a second time, and, one by one,
...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The silence that is in the starry sky,
The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollect...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH We have within ourselves
Enough to fill the present day with joy,
And overspread the future ...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH She gave me eyes, she gave me ears;
And humble cares, and delicate fears;
A heart, the fount...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from th...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Sweet childish days, that were as long as twenty days are now
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH By our own spirits are we deified:We Poets in our youth begin in gladness;But thereof come in the en...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Fears and fancies thick upon me came.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH