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On Man, on Nature, and on Human Life, Musing in solitude, I oft perceive Fair trains of images before me rise, Accompanied by feelings of delight Pure, or with no unpleasing sadness mixed.
William Wordsworth— 1814 'The Excursion', preface, l.1-5.
The softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth: Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes, She scans the future with the eye of gods.
William Wordsworth— 1837 'At Bologna, In Remembrance of the Late Insurrections: Continued', l.12-14 (published1842).
On a fair prospect some have looked, And felt, as I have heard them say, As if the moving time had been A thing as steadfast as the scene On which they gazed themselves away.
William Wordsworth— Part I, stanza 16.
I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride; Of Him who walked in glory and in joy Following his plough, along the mountain-side: By our own spirits are we deified: We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.
William Wordsworth— Stanza 7. (Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey (1798))
Every gift of noble origin Is breathed upon by Hope’s perpetual breath.
William Wordsworth— These Times strike Monied Worldlings
The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift, That no philosophy can lift.
William Wordsworth— Presentiments.
Thou unassuming Commonplace Of Nature.
William Wordsworth— William Wordsworth, To the Same Flower.
Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on, Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.
William Wordsworth— Borderer, Act IV, scene 2.
One to whose smooth-rubbed soul can cling Nor form, nor feeling, great or small; A reasoning, self-sufficing thing, An intellectual All-in-all!
William Wordsworth— 1799 'A Poet's Epitaph', stanza 8 (published1800).
Then, the calm And dead still water lay upon my mind Even with a weight of pleasure, and the sky, Never before so beautiful, sankdown Into my heart, and held me like a dream.
William Wordsworth— 1799-1805 The Prelude, bk.2, l.70-4 (published1850).
The fear that kills; And hope that is unwilling to be fed. 926
William Wordsworth— 1802 'Resolution and Independence', stanza17 (published 1807).
Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and man's unconquerable mind.
William Wordsworth— 1803 'ToToussaint L'Ouverture', l.13-14 (published in the Morning Post 2 Feb).
Society became my glittering bride, And airy hopes my children.
William Wordsworth— 1814 'The Excursion', bk.3, l.735-6.
21st Mayagloriousday forbeauty.Iwishyoucould see how lovely our country is at this fine season.
William Wordsworth— 1846 Letter toWilliam Boxall, 21 May.
My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
William Wordsworth— My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold, (1802)The last three lines of this form the introductory lines of the long Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood begun the next day.
Bright flower! whose home is everywhere Bold in maternal nature's care And all the long year through the heir Of joy or sorrow, Methinks that there abides in thee Some concord with humanity, Given to no other flower I see The forest through.
William Wordsworth— To the Daisy (third poem), st. 1 (1803).
Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year; And worship'st at the Temple's inner shrine, God being with thee when we know it not.
William Wordsworth— It Is a Beautious Evening, l. 12 (1807).
Thought and theory must precede all action that moves to salutary purposes. Yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.
William Wordsworth— Attributed by Anna Jameson in her A Commonplace Book of Thoughts, Memories and Fancies (1854).
A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor.
William Wordsworth— Preface (Lyrical Ballads (1798-1800))
My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. Thus fares it still in our decay: And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind.
William Wordsworth— The Fountain, st. 8 & 9 (1799).
Yet was Rob Roy as wise as brave; Forgive me if the phrase be strong;— A Poet worthy of Rob Roy Must scorn a timid song.
William Wordsworth— Rob Roy's Grave, st. 3.
And mighty poets in their misery dead.
William Wordsworth— Stanza 17. (Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey (1798))
Yet sometimes, when the secret cup Of still and serious thought went round, It seemed as if he drank it up, He felt with spirit so profound.
William Wordsworth— Matthew.
Soft is the music that would charm forever; The flower of sweetest smell is shy and lowly.
William Wordsworth— Not Love, not War.
Often have I sighed to measure By myself a lonely pleasure, Sighed to think I read a book, Only read, perhaps, by me.
William Wordsworth— William Wordsworth, To the Small Celandine.
Two voices are there; one is of the sea, One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice.
William Wordsworth— William Wordsworth, Thought of a Briton on the Subjugation of Switzerland.
The primal duties shine aloft, like stars : The charities that soothe, and heal, and bless Are scattered at the feet of Man, like flowers.
William Wordsworth— William Wordsworth, The Excursion (1814), Book IX.
O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live.
William Wordsworth— William Wordsworth, Ode, IV, 53. (Knight's ed).
All men feel something of an honorable bigotry for the objects which have long continued to please them.
William Wordsworth— Preface to the Lyrical Ballads, Second Edition (1800).
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
William Wordsworth— William Wordsworth, Ode, Intimations of Immortality, Stanza 10.
