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Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye, and ear,both what they half create And what perceive.
William Wordsworth— 1798 'Lines composed a few miles aboveTintern Abbey, on revisiting the banks of theWye', l.102-6.
Shut close the door; press down the latch; Sleep in thy intellectual crust; Nor lose ten tickings of thy watch Near this unprofitable dust.
William Wordsworth— 1799 'A Poet's Epitaph', stanza 9 (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).
A balance, an ennobling interchange Of action from without and from within; The excellence, pure function, and best power Both of the object seen, and eye that sees.
William Wordsworth— 1799-1805 The Prelude, bk.13, l.375-8 (published1850).
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).
If mine had been the painter's hand, To express what then I saw; and add the gleam, The light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the poet's dream.
William Wordsworth— 1805 'Elegiac Stanzas: suggested by a picture of Peele Castle in a storm', stanza 4 (published1807).
21st Mayagloriousday forbeauty.Iwishyoucould see how lovely our country is at this fine season.
William Wordsworth— 1846 Letter toWilliam Boxall, 21 May.
But hearing oftentimesThe still, sad music of humanity.
William Wordsworth— William Wordsworth, Tintern Abbey.
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).
But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things.
William Wordsworth— Elegiac Stanzas. Addressed to Sir G.H.B., st. 7 (1824).
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))
O Reader! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought can bring, O gentle Reader! you would find A tale in everything.
William Wordsworth— Simon Lee, st. 9 (1798).
He murmurs near the running brooks A music sweeter than their own.
William Wordsworth— Stanza 10. (Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey (1798))
Another morn Risen on mid-noon.
William Wordsworth— Bk. VI, l. 197.
Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way.
William Wordsworth— Stanza 2. (Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey (1798))
Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives.
William Wordsworth— Line 17. (Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey (1798))
Meek Walton's heavenly memory.
William Wordsworth— Part III, No. 5 – Walton's Book of Lives.
The bane of all that dread the Devil.
William Wordsworth— The Idiot Boy.
The best of what we do and are, Just God, forgive!
William Wordsworth— Thoughts suggested on the Banks of the Nith.
The monumental pomp of age Was with this goodly personage; A stature undepressed in size, Unbent, which rather seemed to rise In open victory o'er the weight Of seventy years, to loftier height.
William Wordsworth— The White Doe of Rylstone, canto iii.
How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land!
William Wordsworth— Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg.
Choice word and measured phrase, above the reach Of ordinary men.
William Wordsworth— William Wordsworth, Resolution and Independence, Stanza 14.
The budding rose above the rose full blown.
William Wordsworth— William Wordsworth, The Prelude, Book XI.
The vision and the faculty divine; Yet wanting the accomplishment of verse.
William Wordsworth— William Wordsworth, The Excursion (1814), Book I
There is a Thorn, it looks so old, In truth, you'd find it hard to say How it could ever have been young, It looks so old and gray. Not higher than a two years child It stands erect, this aged Thorn; No leaves it has, no prickly points; It is a mass of knotted joints, A wretched thing forlorn. It stands erect, and like a stone With lichens is it overgrown.
William Wordsworth— William Wordsworth, The Thorn; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 787.
For the Gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.
William Wordsworth— William Wordsworth, Laodamia.
The very flowers are sacred to the poor.
William Wordsworth— William Wordsworth, Admonition.
This flower that first appeared as summer's guest Preserves her beauty 'mid autumnal leaves And to her mournful habits fondly cleaves.
William Wordsworth— William Wordsworth, Love Lies Bleeding, reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 484.
To the solid ground Of Nature trusts the Mind that builds for aye.
William Wordsworth— William Wordsworth, A Volant Tribe of Bards on Earth
