William Wordsworth

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

William Wordsworth

Wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.

William Wordsworth

Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.

William Wordsworth

Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and only there;With hope it is, hope that can never die,Effort and expectation, and desire,And something evermore about to be.

William Wordsworth

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 in solitude.

William Wordsworth

What we need is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out.

William Wordsworth

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

William Wordsworth

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

William Wordsworth

To begin, begin.

William Wordsworth

Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

William Wordsworth

This city now doth, like a garment, wear the beauty of the morning; silent bare, ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie open unto the fields and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.

William Wordsworth

The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.

William Wordsworth

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

William Wordsworth

The ocean is a mighty harmonist.

William Wordsworth

The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.

William Wordsworth

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.

William Wordsworth

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

William Wordsworth

The Child is the father of the Man.

William Wordsworth

That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.

William Wordsworth

That blessed mood in which the burthen of the mystery, in which the heavy and the weary weight of all this unintelligible world is lightened.

William Wordsworth