Quotes from William Wordsworth

A reasoning, self-sufficing thing,An intellectual All-in-all!

Enough, if something from our hands have powerTo live, and act, and serve the future hour.

Who is the happy Warrior? Who is heThat every man in arms should wish to be?

I have said that poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity.

A poet could not but be gay,In such a jocund company.

A slumber did my spirit seal;I had no human fears:She seemed a thing that could not feelThe touch of earthly years.No motion has she now, no force;She neither hears nor sees;Rolled round in earth's diurnal course,With rocks, and stones, and trees.

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills...

Truths that wake,To perish never.

Me this unchartered freedom tires;I feel the weight of chance desires;My hopes no more must change their name,I long for a repose that ever is the same.

Enough of science and art, Close up these barren leaves; Come forth, and bring with you a heart Thst watches and receives.

I am already kindly disposed towards you. My friendship it is not in my power to give: this is a gift which no man can make, it is not in our own power: a sound and healthy friendship is the growth of time and circumstance, it will spring up and thrive like a wildflower when these favour, and when they do not, it is in vain to look for it.

Neither evil tongues, rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all the dreary intercourse of daily life, shall ever prevail against us.

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 comet from afar: not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come from God, who is our home.

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings.

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

She was a phantom of delight When first she gleam'd upon my sight A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament.

The best portion of a good man's life is his little nameless, unencumbered acts of kindness and of love.

The little unremembered acts of kindness and love are the best parts of a person's life.

The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benedictions.

What though the radiance which was once so bright Be not forever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower Strength in what remains behind, In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be, In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of Human suffering, In the faith that looks through death In years that bring philophic mind.

What though the radiance which was once so bright Be not forever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;Grief not, rather find, Strength in what remains behind, In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be, In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of Human suffering, In the faith that looks through death In years that bring philophic mind.

What we have loved Others will love And we will teach them how.

I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused, whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, and the round ocean, and the living air, and the blue sky, and in the mind of man...

Splendour in the Grass 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 primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind. --