William Wordsworth Quotes

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William Wordsworth

Profession : Poet

Birth : April 7, 1770

To begin, begin.

William Wordsworth

Faith is a passionate intuition.

William Wordsworth

Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.

William Wordsworth

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.

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

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.

William Wordsworth

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.

William Wordsworth

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

William Wordsworth

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

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I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.

William Wordsworth

The child is 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.

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Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present, to live better in the future.

William Wordsworth

That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.

William Wordsworth

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.

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 is solitude.

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How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.

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

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The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

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The ocean is a mighty harmonist.

William Wordsworth