William Wordsworth Quotes

 A day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.

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.

A reasoning, self-sufficing thing, An intellectual all-in-all!

But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.

Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher.

Faith is a passionate intuition.

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

For by superior energies; more strict affiance in each other; faith more firm in their unhallowed principles, the bad have fairly earned a victory over the weak, the vacillating, inconsistent good.

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.

Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore of nicely-calculated less or more.

Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.

Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there, one of a mighty multitude whose way and motion is a harmony and dance magnificent.

Hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue.

Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.

How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.

Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were trouble to my dreams.

I traveled among unknown men, in lands beyond the sea; nor England! did I know till then what love I bore to thee.

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.

In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.

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.

Lost in a gloom of uninspired research.

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.

Neither evil tongues, rash judgements, nor the sneers of selfish men, nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all the dreary intercourse of daily life, shall e’er prevail against us.

No motion has she now, no force; she neither hears nor sees; rolled around in earth’s diurnal course, with rocks, and stones, and trees.

She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love.

She seemed a thing that could not feel the touch of earthly years.

Small service is true service, while it lasts.

That blessed mood in which the burthen of the mystery, in which the heavy and the weary weight of all this unintelligible world is lightened.

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.

The Child is the father of the Man.

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

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.

To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

What we need is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out.

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 in solitude.

Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.

With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.

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