Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong.
William Wordsworth
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Methought I say the footsteps of a throne.
- William Wordsworth,
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH See! he sinks
Without a word; and his ensanguined bier
Is vacant in the west, while far and n...
REV. FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER To whom thy secret thou dost tell, To him thy freedom thou dost sell
BENJAMIN FRANKLIN Thou dost shame
That bloody spoil. Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward!
Thou little valiant,...
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE The pen wherewith thou dost so heavenly sing
Made of a quill from an angel's wing.
HENRY CONSTABLE The pen wherewith thou dost so heavenly sing Made of a quill from an angel's wing.
HENRY CONSTABLE Where hast thou wandered, gentle gale, to find the perfumes thou dost bring?
WILLIAM C. BRYANT Dost thou love hawking? Thou hast hawks will soar
Above the morning lark.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Where hast thou wandered. gentle gale, to find
The perfumes thou dost bring?
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep/ Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Mother of light! how fairly dost thou go
Over those hoary crests, divinely led!
Art thou that...
THOMAS HOOD February, fill the dyke
With what thou dost like.
THOMAS TUSSER February, fill the dyke with what thou dost like.
THOMAS TUSSER O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Out of my sight! Thou dost infect mine eyes.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Dost thou think because thou art virtuous there shall be no more cakes and ale?
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Quoth Hudibras, I smell a rat;
Ralpho, thou dost prevaricate.
SAMUEL BUTLER (1) Quoth Hudibras, I smell a rat; Ralpho, thou dost prevaricate
SAMUEL BUTLER Thou hast death in thy house, and dost bewaile anothers.
GEORGE HERBERT Dost thou know what life is, my child? Hast thou comprehended the action of those springs which prod...
JULES VERNE When thou dost lend thy brother any thing, thou shalt not go into his house to fetch his pledge.
BIBLE Thou, O God, dost sell us all good things at the price of labor
LEONARDO DA VINCI Thou dost not know, my son, with how little wisdom the world is governed
COUNT OXENSTIERNA O accursed hunger of gold, to what dost thou not compel human hearts!
VIRGIL Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity...
JOHN KEATS Say not thou, What is the cause that the former days were better
than these? for thou dost not inq...
BIBLE Dost thou want another eye beside that of Him who sees every secret thing?
CHARLES HADDON SPURGEON Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought / As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!
JOHN KEATS At land indeed
Thou dost o'ercount me of my father's house:
But since the cuckoo builds not fo...
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be
thou as chaste as ice, as pure as ...
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE The way of the just is uprightness: thou, most upright, dost weigh the path of the just.
BIBLE Gentle Spring!--in sunshine clad,
Well dost thou thy power display!
For Winter maketh the ligh...
CHARLES D'ORLEANS (COMTE D'ANGOULEME) Thou little bird, thou dweller by the sea,
Why takest thou its melancholy voice,
And with that...
RICHARD HENRY DANA It fortifies my soul to know That though I perish, truth is so; That, wheresoe'er I stray and range...
ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH Here, thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey,
Dost sometimes counsel take--and sometimes tea.
ALEXANDER POPE O human race born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou fall.
DANTE ALIGHIERI O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Get thee glass eyes, and like a scurvy politician, seem to see the things thou dost not.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that's the stuff life is made of.
BENJAMIN FRANKLIN Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward! Thou little valiant, great in villany! Thou ever strong upon t...
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?
DANTE ALIGHIERI Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of.
BENJAMIN FRANKLIN If thou dost ill, the joy fades, not the pains; If well, the pain doth fade, the joy remains.
BENJAMIN FRANKLIN we not only wish to be pleased, but to be pleased in that particular
way in which we have been ...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, thos...
JOHN DONNE Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so, For those...
JOHN DONNE Jesus! why dost Thou love me so? What hast Thou seen in me To make my happiness so great, So dear...
FREDRICK WILLIAM FABER Be advised what thou dost discourse of, and what thou maintainest whether touching religion, state, ...
SIR WALTER RALEIGH Ho! why dost thou shiver and shake, Gaffer Grey?
And why does thy nose look so blue?
THOMAS HOLCROFT Most Glorious and eternal Majesty, Thou art righteous and holy in all thou dost to the sons of men, ...
CHRISTOPHER LOVE I have joined my heart to thee: all that exists are thou. O Lord, beloved of my heart, thou art the ...
JAFAR Work thou not on energized equipment, for if thou dost, thy fellow workers will surely buy beers fo...
THE SEVENTH COMMANDMENT FOR TECHNICIANS They said therefore unto him, What sign shewest thou then, that we may see, and believe thee? what d...
BIBLE Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, thos...
JOHN DONNE Exalt her, and she shall promote thee: she shall bring thee to honour, when thou dost embrace her.
BIBLE Continuous as the stars that shine/ And twinkle on the milky way.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for thou art not so,
Fo...
JOHN DONNE Then cometh he to Simon Peter: and Peter saith unto him, Lord, dost thou wash my feet? / Jesus answe...
BIBLE When thou standest still from thinking and willing of self, the eternal hearing, seeing, and speakin...
JACOB BOEHME Prophet of evil! never hadst thou yet
A cheerful word for me. To mark the signs
Of coming mi...
HOMER ("SMYRNS OF CHIOS") Thou has heard the words of Christ. . . .
Dost thou weep, when I have thee, Poor soul, what ai...
RICHARD BAXTER Accursed thirst for gold! what dost thou not compel mortals to
do?
[Lat., Quid non mortalia pect...
VIRGIL OR VERGIL (PUBLIUS VIRGILIUS MARO VERGIL) Speak to me as to thy thinkings,
As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts
The w...
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Dost thou
Not feel them slip,
How cold! how cold! the moon's
Thin wavering finger-...
ADELAIDE CRAPSEY For who maketh thee to differ from another? and what hast thou that thou didst not receive? now if t...
BIBLE Art thou like me, child of my darkest heart? And dost thou think my untamed thoughts and speak my va...
KAHLIL GIBRAN When thou dost tell another's jest, therein
Omit the oaths, which true wit cannot need;
Pick o...
GEORGE HERBERT Ask the womb of a woman, and say unto her, If thou bring forth children, why dost thou it not togeth...
COMPTON GAGE Commemoration of John Donne, Priest, Poet, 1631 Death, be not proud, though some have called thee ...
JOHN DONNE Oh, for a forty-parson power to chant
Thy praise, Hypocrisy! Oh, for a hymn
Loud as the virtu...
LORD BYRON (GEORGE GORDON NOEL BYRON) Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and through curtains call on us? Must ...
JOHN DONNE Thou hastenest down between the hills to meet me at the road,
The secret scarcely lisping of thy b...
LUCY LARCOM Dost thou not understand that there are two distinct forces in us, that of the soul and that of the ...
JULES VERNE There's nothing wrong with picking the low hanging fruit unless it stops you from reaching for the s...
KEN O. ELDIB Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it,
Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee, EMILY DICKINSON CASSIO: Dost thou hear, my honest friend?
CLOWN: No, I hear not your honest friend, I hear you....
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars/ But in ourselves.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE If thou dost slander her and torture me,
Never pray more; abandon all remorse;
On horror's hea...
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Tyranny
Is far the worst of treasons. Dost thou deem
None rebels except subjects? The prince...
LORD BYRON (GEORGE GORDON NOEL BYRON) O, sorrow!
Why dost borrow
Heart's lightness from the merriment of May?
JOHN KEATS O child! O new-born denizen
Of life's great city! on thy head
The glory of morn is shed,
...
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Why dost thou gaze upon the sky?
O that I were yon spangled sphere!
Then every star should b...
SIR THOMAS MORE O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE Write the things which thou hast seen, and the things which are, and the things which shall be herea...
BIBLE Death Be Not Proud
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty ...
JOHN DONNE O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray
Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still;
Thou wi...
JOHN MILTON For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the opp...
BIBLE There's nothing wrong with shooting for the stars.
JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE But Wordsworth is the poet I admire above all others.
ANDREW MOTION From William of Orange to William Pitt the younger there was but one man without whom English histor...
ALBERT BUSHNELL HART Hail to thee, far above the rest
In joy of voice and pinion!
Thou, linnet! in thy green array...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH 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 Faint not, poor soul, in God still trust;
Fear not the things thou suffer must;
For, whom ...
NATHANIEL PHILBRICK Stars are tragic. Most of the stars are nothing but reminders of love gone horribly wrong, or men ch...
KAITLIN BEVIS Deprivation is for me what daffodils were for Wordsworth.
PHILIP LARKIN Life can be tough & make you wanna give up. But baby keep your head up because you got all the time ...
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WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.
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WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Faith is a passionate intuition.
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WILLIAM WORDSWORTH To begin, begin.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
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WILLIAM WORDSWORTH No motion has she now, no force; she neither hears nor sees; rolled around in earth's diurnal course...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Action is transitory, a step, a blow,
The motion of a muscle, this way or that,
'Tis done--And...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Neither evil tongues, rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, nor greetings where no kindness...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentime...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power t...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The best portion of a good man's life is in his little nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and o...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The little unremembered acts of kindness and love are the best parts of a person's life.
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WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Not Chaos, not the darkest pit of lowest Erebus, nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out by help o...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftent...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Small service is true service, while it lasts.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.
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 Is there not an art, a music, and a stream of words that shalt be life, the acknowledged voice of li...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH That best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of ...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH On that best portion of a good man's life,
His little, nameless, unremembered acts
Of kindness...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollecte...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Behold the Child among his new-born blisses
A six years' Darling of a pigmy size!
See, where '...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The child is the father of the man.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH She seemed a thing that could not feel the touch of earthly years.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. The soul that rises with us, our life's star, hath had el...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH This city now doth, like a garment, wear the beauty of the morning; silent bare, ships, towers, dome...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH That blessed mood in which the burthen of the mystery, in which the heavy and the weary weight of al...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
L...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH That best portion of a good man's life; His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of l...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore of nicely-calculated less or more.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Lost in a gloom of uninspired research.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The Solitary answered: Such a Form
Full well I recollect. We often crossed
Each other's path...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Come into the light of things. Let nature be your teacher.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH For by superior energies; more strict affiance in each other; faith more firm in their unhallowed pr...
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!
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The thought of our past years in me doth breed perpetual benedictions.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Much converse do I find in thee,
Historian of my infancy!
Float near me; do not yet depart!
...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Brook! whose society the poet seeks,
Intent his wasted spirits to renew;
And whom the curious...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH And when a damp
Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand
The Thing became a trumpet; whence ...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A famous man is Robin Hood
The English ballad-singer's joy.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and wer...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH O blithe New-comer! I have heard,
I hear thee and rejoice;
O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird,...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH List--'twas the cuckoo--O, with what delight
Heard I that voice! and catch it now, though faint,
...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The sweetest thing that ever grew
Beside a human door.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH I look for ghosts; but none will force
Their way to me; 'tis falsely said
That even there was ...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale,
Which to this day stands single, in the midst
Of it...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Of vast circumference and gloom profound,
This solitary Tree! A living thing
Produced too slo...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH How blessings brighten as they take their flight.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Never to blend our pleasure or our pride
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.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A host of golden daffodils;
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.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays,
And confident to-morrows.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH And beauty, for confiding youth,
Those shocks of passion can prepare
That kill the bloom befor...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Like an army defeated
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!
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Art thou the bird whom Man loves best,
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.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Life's cares are comforts; such by heaven design'd
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...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH I heard a Stock-dove sing or say
His homely tale, this very day;
His voice was buried among tr...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH As thou these ashes, little brook! will bear
Into the Avon, Avon to the tide
Of Severn, Sever...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Like--but oh! how different!
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Sad fancies do we then affect,
In luxury of disrespect
To our own prodigal excess
Of too...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of i...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH That best portion of a good man's life,
His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The holy time is quiet as a Nun
Breathless with adoration.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollecte...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The child is father of the man.
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.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sa...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of t...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on hig...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are n...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of i...
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...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH But shapes that come not at an earthly call,
Will not depart when mortal voices bid.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Lady of the Mere,
Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
W...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn'...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH This flower that first appeared as summer's guest
Preserves her beauty 'mid autumnal leaves
An...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH She dwelt among the untrodden ways
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!
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on,
Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The feather, whence the pen
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,
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH I traveled among unknown men, in lands beyond the sea; nor England! did I know till then what love I...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The world is too much with us; late and soon,
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...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The best portions of a good man's life, his little, nameless acts of kindness and love.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of ...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH That best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of l...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH She was a phantom of delight
When first she gleam'd upon my sight;
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.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast
False fires, that others may be lost.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Behold, within the leafy shade,
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...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH And she hath smiles to earth unknown--
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.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Thought and theory must precede all salutary action; yet action is nobler in itself than either thou...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH There's something in a flying horse,
There's something in a huge balloon.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
He, too, is no mean preacher:
Come forth into the li...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,
Hangs a thrush that sings loud, it has sung f...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH My brainWorked with a dim and undetermined senseOf unknown modes of being.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH We live by admiration, hope and love; and even as these are well and wisely fixed, in dignity of bei...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A primrose by a river's brimA yellow primrose was to him,And it was nothing more.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Stern winter loves a dirge-like sound.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH There is a comfort in the strength of love;'T will make a thing endurable, which elseWould overset t...
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!
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Wisdom is oft times nearer when we stoop than when we soar
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH No Nightingale did ever chant More welcome notes to weary bands Of travelers in some shady haunt, Am...
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.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie/ Couched on the bald top of an eminence.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is m...
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 And mighty poets in their misery dead.
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