Quotes from William Wordsworth

A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.

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.

With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.

There is a comfort in the strength of love; 'Twill make a thing endurable, which else Would overset the brain, or break the heart. - Michael: A Pastoral Poem

When from our better selves we have too long Been parted by the hurrying world, and droop, Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, How gracious, how benign, is Solitude

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;

Habit rules the unreflecting herd.

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.

Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.

Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.

How is it that you live, and what is it you do?

Elysian beauty, melancholy grace, Brought from a pensive though a happy place.

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.

The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone

By happy chance we saw A twofold image: on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Another and the same!

And mighty poets in their misery dead.

Death is the quiet haven of us all.

One of those heavenly days that cannot die.

The thought of death sits easy on the man Who has been born and dies among the mountains.

The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this.

True dignity abides with him alone Who, in the silent hour of inward thought, Can still suspect, and still revere himself, In lowliness of heart.

The education of circumstances is superior to that of tuition.

Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.

Faith is a passionate intuition.