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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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; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be...

William Wordsworth

The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest— Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his b...

William Wordsworth

Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

William Wordsworth

The child is the father of the man.

William Wordsworth

But trailing clouds of glory do we come from God, who is our home.

William Wordsworth

All that we behold is full of blessings.

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 splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the p...

William Wordsworth

My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man;

William Wordsworth

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come

William Wordsworth

Lines Written In Early Spring I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much...

William Wordsworth

A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death?

William Wordsworth

Habit rules the unreflecting herd.

William Wordsworth

In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.

William Wordsworth

Society has parted man from man, neglectful of the universal heart.

William Wordsworth

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And has the nature of infinity.

William Wordsworth

A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable.

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

William Wordsworth

Author Bio

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