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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Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.

William Wordsworth

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

William Wordsworth

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.

William Wordsworth

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.

William Wordsworth

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

William Wordsworth

The ocean is a mighty harmonist.

William Wordsworth

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

William Wordsworth

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.

William Wordsworth

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.

William Wordsworth

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.

William Wordsworth

Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more.

William Wordsworth

The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

William Wordsworth

The power of any art is limited

William Wordsworth

She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleam'd upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament: Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and th...

William Wordsworth

Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.

William Wordsworth

..........books are yours, Within whose silent chambers treasure lies Preserved from age to age; more precious far Than that accumulated store of gold And orient gems, which, for a day of need, The Sultan hides deep in ancestral tombs. These hoards o...

William Wordsworth

But thou art with us, with us in the past, The present, with us in the times to come. There is no grief, no sorrow, no despair, No languor, no dejection, no dismay, No absence scarcely can there be, for those Who love as we do. Speed thee well!

William Wordsworth

What is a Poet? He is a man speaking to men: a man, it is true, endued with more lively sensibility, more enthusiasm and tenderness, who has a greater knowledge of human nature, and a more comprehensive soul, than are supposed to be common among mank...

William Wordsworth

Is then no nook of English ground secure From rash assault?

William Wordsworth

friend is the one who showes the way and walks a piece of road with us

William Wordsworth

Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives.

William Wordsworth

Author Bio

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