Quotes from William Wordsworth

Nature's old felicities.

Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face.

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

Knowing that Nature never did betray the heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, through all the years of this our life, to lead from joy to joy.

O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!

Serene will be our days, and bright and happy will our nature be, when love is an unerring light, and joy its own security.

Recognizes ever and anon The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul.

Therefore am I still a lover of the meadows and the woods, and mountains; and of all that we behold from this green earth.

On Man, on Nature, and on Human Life, Musing is solitude

Those old credulities, to Nature dear, Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock Of history?

For nature then to me was all in all.

I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams, wherever nature led.

On Man, on Nature, and on Human Life, Musing in solitude, I oft perceive Fair trains of images before me rise, Accompanied by feelings of delight Pure, or with no unpleasing sadness mixed.

A great poet ought to a certain degree to rectify men's feelings... to render their feelings more sane, pure and permanent, in short, more consonant to Nature.

A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.

As in the eye of Nature he has lived, So in the eye of Nature let him die!

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

To the solid ground Of nature trusts the Mind that builds for aye.

My heart leaps up when I behold a rainbow in the sky.

Rest and be thankful.

The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift, That no philosophy can lift.

One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.

poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledge

Laying out grounds may be considered a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting.