Quotes from 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.

The child is the father of the man.

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

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.

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

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on a dim and perilous way!

Because the good old rule Sufficeth them,-the simple plan, That they should take who have the power, And they should keep who can.

"What is good for a bootless bene?" With these dark words begins my tale; And their meaning is, Whence can comfort spring When prayer is of no avail?

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

How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land!

The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart.

The poet's darling.

The ocean is a mighty harmonist.

Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were trouble to my dreams.

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars

Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.

Wild is the music of autumnal winds the faded woods.

"Worse than idle is compassion if it ends in tears and sighs."

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

Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene, The work of Fancy, or some happy tone Of meditation, slipping in between The beauty coming and the beauty gone

To character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together... humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self.

But shapes that come not at an earthly call Will not depart when mortal voices bid.