Quotes by William Wordsworth

About William Wordsworth:

William Wordsworth was a major English Romantic poet who, with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, helped to launch the Romantic Age in English literature with their joint publication Lyrical Ballads (1798).
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The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.

William Wordsworth

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

William Wordsworth

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.

William Wordsworth

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.

William Wordsworth

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. Continuous as the stars that shine And twink...

William Wordsworth

…So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And Music shall untune the sky

William Wordsworth

And I have fitted up some chambers there Looking towards the golden Eastern air, And level with the living winds, which flow Like waves above the living waves below.— I have sent books and music there, and all Those instruments with which high spir...

William Wordsworth

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; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon, The winds that will be howling...

William Wordsworth

I listen'd, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.

William Wordsworth

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting...

William Wordsworth

What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind.

William Wordsworth

Hence, in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea

William Wordsworth

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.

William Wordsworth

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.

William Wordsworth

What we have loved, others will love, and we will teach them how; instruct them how the mind of man becomes a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells...

William Wordsworth

The eye--it cannot choose but see; We cannot bid the ear be still; Our bodies feel, where'er they be, Against or with our will.

William Wordsworth

Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:— We murder to dissect.

William Wordsworth

we not only wish to be pleased, but to be pleased in that particular way in which we have been accustomed to be pleased.

William Wordsworth

Go to the poets, they will speak to thee More perfectly of purer creatures--

William Wordsworth

[...]the stately and slow-moving Turk, With freight of slippers piled beneath his arm.

William Wordsworth

Author Bio

  • NameWilliam Wordsworth
  • DescriptionEnglish Romantic poet
  • BornApril 7, 1770
  • DiedApril 23, 1850
  • CountryUnited Kingdom
  • ProfessionPoet; Writer
  • WorksThe Prelude