Quotes from William Wordsworth

If the time should ever come when what is now called science, thus familiarised to men, shall be ready to put on, as it were, a form of flesh and blood, the Poet will lend his divine spirit to aid the transfiguration, and will welcome the Being thus produced, as a dear and genuine inmate of the house of man.

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 the cheerful dawn; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.

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

And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine A being breathing thoughtful breath A traveler betwixt life and death The reason firm the temperate will Endurance Foresight Strength and skill

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 it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The world is too much with us.

Bagian terindah dari kehidupan manusia yang baik, adalah segala tindakan yang kecil, tak bernama, terlupakan, dari kebaikan dan cinta

The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.

If this belief from heaven be sent, If such be Nature's holy plan, Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man?

Jangan merendahkan teman, sesederhana apa pun dia.

He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure: No fears to beat away - no strife to heal, The past unsighed for, and the future sure.

and in thy voice I catch the language of my former heart, and read my former pleasures in the shooting lights of thy wild eyes.

Feeling comes in aid Of feeling, and diversity of strength Attends us, if but once we have been strong.

My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once…

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

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 breast.

Where are your books? - that light bequeathed To beings else forlorn and blind! Up! up! and drink the spirit breathed From dead men to their kind.

One moment now may give us more Than fifty years of reason; Our minds shall drink at every pore The spirit of the season.