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The Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society.

The Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society.

William Wordsworth
Passion, Together, Empires
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.502

A great poet ought to a certain degree to rectify men's feelings... to render their feelings more sane, pure and permanent, in short, more consonant to Nature.

William Wordsworth
Men, Feelings, Degrees
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, William Wordsworth (2015). “Lyrical Ballads and other Poems by Samuel Taylor Coleridge and William Wordsworth (Including Their Thoughts On Poetry Principles and Secrets): Collections of Poetry which marked the beginning of the English Romantic movement in literature, including poems The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, The Dungeon, The Nightingale, Dejection: An Ode”, p.312, e-artnow

What are fears but voices airy? Whispering harm where harm is not. And deluding the unwary Till the fatal bolt is shot!

William Wordsworth
Fear, Voice, Whispering
William Wordsworth (1827). “The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth”, p.114

Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither.

William Wordsworth
Ocean, Sight, Sea
'Ode. Intimations of Immortality' (1807) st. 9

Oh, blank confusion! true epitome Of what the mighty City is herself, To thousands upon thousands of her sons, Living amid the same perpetual whirl Of trivial objects, melted and reduced To one identity.

William Wordsworth
Son, Cities, Confusion
William Wordsworth (1994). “The Collected Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.698, Wordsworth Editions

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; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune.

William Wordsworth
Flower, Sleep, Heart
"TheWorld Is Too Much with Us" l. 1 (1807)

Science appears but what in truth she is, Not as our glory and our absolute boast, But as a succedaneum, and a prop To our infirmity.

William Wordsworth
Glory, Props, Infirmity
'The Prelude' (1850) bk. 2, l. 211

Hope smiled when your nativity was cast, Children of Summer!

William Wordsworth
Summer, Children, Casts
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.264

The unconquerable pang of despised love.

William Wordsworth
Love, Unconquerable, Despised
William Wordsworth (1814). “The Excursion,: Being a Portion of The Recluse, a Poem”, p.291

Babylon, Learned and wise, hath perished utterly, Nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh That would lament her.

William Wordsworth
Wise, Learning, Speech
William Wordsworth (1847). “The Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.316

There's something in a flying horse, There's something in a huge balloon.

William Wordsworth
Horse, Flying, Balloons
'Peter Bell' (1819) prologue, l. 1

Yon foaming flood seems motionless as ice;Its dizzy turbulence eludes the eye,Frozen by distance.

William Wordsworth
Distance, Eye, Ice
William Wordsworth (1994). “The Collected Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.290, Wordsworth Editions

And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy because We have been glad of yore.

William Wordsworth
Joy, Faces, Glad
William Wordsworth (1852). “Complete Poetical Works”, p.402

Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows That for oblivion take their daily birth From all the fuming vanities of earth.

William Wordsworth
Vanity, Earth, Evening
William Wordsworth (1847). “The Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.267

What know we of the Blest above but that they sing, and that they love?

William Wordsworth
Love, Knows
William Wordsworth (1847). “The Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.258

Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster child, her inmate man, Forget the glories he hath known And that imperial palace whence he came.

William Wordsworth
Mother, Children, Men
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.388

For mightier far Than strength of nerve or sinew, or the sway Of magic potent over sun and star, Is love, though oft to agony distrest, And though his favourite be feeble woman's breast.

William Wordsworth
Love, Life, Stars
William Wordsworth (1994). “The Collected Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.210, Wordsworth Editions

This solitary Tree! a living thing Produced too slowly ever to decay; Of form and aspect too magnificent To be destroyed.

William Wordsworth
Tree, Decay, Form
William Wordsworth (1854). “The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth”, p.164

The moving accident is not my trade; To freeze the blood I have no ready arts: 'Tis my delight, alone in summer shade, To pipe a simple song for thinking hearts.

William Wordsworth
Summer, Song, Art
'Hart-leap Well' (1800) pt. 2, l.1

But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things.

William Wordsworth
Spring, Bitterness
William Wordsworth (1852). “Complete Poetical Works”, p.465

Two voices are there: one is of the deep; It learns the storm-cloud's thunderous melody, Now roars, now murmurs with the changing sea, Now bird-like pipes, now closes soft in sleep: And one is of an old half-witted sheep Which bleats articulate monotony, And indicates that two and one are three, That grass is green, lakes damp, and mountains steep And, Wordsworth, both are thine.

William Wordsworth
Sleep, Two, Voice
William Wordsworth (1954). “The prelude: with a selection from the shorter poems, the sonnets, The recluse, and The excursion, and three essays on the art of poetry”, Harcourt College Pub

The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs.

William Wordsworth
Men, Hair, Grey
William Wordsworth (1847). “The Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.152

And what if thou, sweet May, hast known Mishap by worm and blight; If expectations newly blown Have perished in thy sight; If loves and joys, while up they sprung, Were caught as in a snare; Such is the lot of all the young, However bright and fair.

William Wordsworth
Sweet, Sight, Expectations
William Wordsworth (2009). “The Poems of William Wordsworth: Collected Reading Texts from the Cornell Wordsworth Series”, p.599, Humanities-Ebooks

But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.

William Wordsworth
Love, Birthday, Time
'To a Young Lady' (1802)

Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind--But how could I forget thee?

William Wordsworth
Remembrance, Faithful, Mind
William Wordsworth (1848). “The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: Together with a Description of the Country of the Lakes in the North of England”, p.184

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