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William Wordsworth Quotes - Page 11

Recognizes ever and anon The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul.

Recognizes ever and anon The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul.

William Wordsworth (1849). “The poetical works of William Wordsworth”, p.136

To be young was very heaven!

"The French Revolution, as It Appeared to Enthusiasts" l. 4 (1809). The same lines appear in Wordsworth's The Prelude, bk. 9, l. 108 (1850).

How is it that you live, and what is it you do?

'Resolution and Independence' (1807) st. 17

Worse than idle is compassion if it ends in tears and sighs.

William Wordsworth (1847). “The Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.102

Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

'Ode. Intimations of Immortality' (1807) st. 4

Wisdom and spirit of the Universe!

1799 'Influence of Natural Objects', l.1-4 (published in The Friend 28 Dec 1809).

Like an army defeated the snow hath retreated.

William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth (1815). “Poems by William Wordsworth: Including Lyrical Ballads, and the Miscellaneous Pieces of the Author”, p.9

The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone

"Written in London. September, 1802" l. 11 (1807)

Departing summer hath assumed An aspect tenderly illumed, The gentlest look of spring; That calls from yonder leafy shade Unfaded, yet prepared to fade, A timely carolling.

William Wordsworth (1837). “The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: Together with a Description of the Country of the Lakes in the North of England, Now First Published with His Works ...”, p.358

Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain That has been, and may be again.

'The Solitary Reaper' from 'Memorials of a Tour in Scotland, 1803'

Let the moon shine on the in thy solitary walk; and let the misty mountain-winds be free to blow against thee.

William Wordsworth (1854). “The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth”, p.194

Like thoughts whose very sweetness yielded proof that they were born for immortality.

William Wordsworth, “Inside Of King's College Chapel, Cambridge”

But who shall parcel out His intellect by geometric rules, Split like a province into round and square?

William Wordsworth (1970). “The Prelude: Or, Growth of a Poet's Mind (text of 1805)”, p.25, Oxford University Press on Demand

To the solid ground Of nature trusts the Mind that builds for aye.

"The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth".

A Briton even in love should be A subject, not a slave!

William Wordsworth (1854). “The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth”, p.97

Dreams, books, are each a world.

William Wordsworth (1847). “The Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.368