William Wordsworth Quotes

Every great and original writer in proportion as he is great and original must himself create the taste by which he is to be relished.
William Wordsworth
She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight A lovely Apparition sent To be a moment's ornament.
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To character and success two things contradictory as they may seem must go together-humble dependence and manly independence humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self.
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Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love as if to keep it warm.
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A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays And confident tomorrows.
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Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
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Nature is a volume of which God is the author.
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My heart leaps up when I behold a rainbow in the sky.
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Come forth into the light of things. Let nature be your teacher.
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Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love as if to keep it warm.
William Wordsworth
A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays And confident tomorrows.
William Wordsworth
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
William Wordsworth
Nature is a volume of which God is the author.
William Wordsworth
My heart leaps up when I behold a rainbow in the sky.
William Wordsworth
Come forth into the light of things. Let nature be your teacher.
William Wordsworth
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.
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The child is father to the man.
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That best portion of a good man's life His little nameless unremembered acts Of kindness and of love.
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The child is father of the man.
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Faith is a passionate intuition.
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We must be free or die who speak the tongue That Shakespeare spake the faith and morals hold Which Milton held.
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To character and success two things contradictory as they may seem must go together-humble dependence and manly independence: humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self.
William Wordsworth
Is then no nook of English ground secureFrom rash assault?
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Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
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Hence, in a season of calm weatherThough inland far we be,Our souls have sight of that immortal sea
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In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.
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A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable.
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friend is the one who showes the way and walks a piece of road with us
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we not only wish to be pleased, but to be pleased in that particularway in which we have been accustomed to be pleased.
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What is a Poet? He is a man speaking to men: a man, it is true, endued with more lively sensibility, more enthusiasm and tenderness, who has a greater knowledge of human nature, and a more comprehensive soul, than are supposed to be common among mankind; a man pleased with his own passions and volitions, and who rejoices more than other men in the spirit of life that is in him; delighting to contemplate similar volitions and passions as manifested in the goings-on of the universe, and habitually impelled to create them where he does not find them.
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Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting...
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Here must thou be, O man,Strength to thyself — no helper hast thou here —Here keepest thou thy individual state:No other can divide with thee this work,No secondary hand can interveneTo fashion this ability. 'Tis thine,The prime and vital principle is thineIn the recesses of thy nature, farFrom any reach of outward fellowship,Else 'tis not thine at all.
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Go to the poets, they will speak to theeMore perfectly of purer creatures--
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Duty were our games.
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...The happy Warrior... is he... who, doomed to go in company with pain, and fear, and bloodshed, miserable train turns his necessity to glorious gain; in face of these doth exercise a power which is our human nature's highest dower: controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves of their bad influence, and their good receives: by objects, which might force the soul to abate her feeling, rendered more compassionate; is placable— because occasions rise so often that demand such sacrifice; more skillful in self-knowledge, even more pure, as tempted more; more able to endure, as more exposed to suffering and distress; thence, also, more alive to tenderness.
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Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart
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Words are too awful an instrument for good and evil to be trifled with: they hold above all other external powers a dominion over thoughts. If words be not (recurring to a metaphor before used) an incarnation of the thought but only a clothing for it, then surely will they prove an ill gift; such a one as those poisoned vestments, read of in the stories of superstitious times, which had power to consume and to alienate from his right mind the victim who put them on. Language, if it do not uphold, and feed, and leave in quiet, like the power of gravitation or the air we breathe, is a counter-spirit, unremittingly and noiselessly at work to derange, to subvert, to lay waste, to vitiate, and to dissolve.
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...The happy Warrior... is the generous Spirit, who, when brought among the tasks of real life, hath wrought upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought: whose high endeavors are an inward light that makes the path before him always bright.
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Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark,And has the nature of infinity.
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...The happy Warrior... 'tis, finally, the man, who, lifted high, conspicuous object in a nation's eye, or left unthought-of in obscurity,— who, with a toward or untoward lot, prosperous or adverse, to his wish or not— plays, in the many games of life, that one where what he most doth value must be won: whom neither shape or danger can dismay, nor thought of tender happiness betray; who, not content that former worth stand fast, looks forward, persevering to the last, from well to better, daily self-surpast: who, whether praise of him must walk the earth for ever, and to noble deeds give birth, or he must fall, to sleep without his fame, and leave a dead unprofitable name— finds comfort in himself and in his cause; and, while the mortal mist is gathering, draws his breath in confidence of Heaven's applause: this is the happy Warrior; this is he that every man in arms should wish to be.
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But trailing clouds of glory do we come from God, who is our home.
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The child is the father of the man.
William Wordsworth
But thou art with us, with us in the past,The present, with us in the times to come.There is no grief, no sorrow, no despair,No languor, no dejection, no dismay,No absence scarcely can there be, for thoseWho love as we do. Speed thee well!
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What though the radiance which was once so brighttBe now for ever taken from my sight,tThough nothing can bring back the hourtOf splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;tWe will grieve not, rather findtStrength in what remains behind.
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Society has parted man from man, neglectful of the universal heart.
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