Top 25 Quotes by William Wordsworth of 476 - Page 17

Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet

Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet

William Wordsworth

Hands, Trumpets, Milton

Edwin Paxton HOOD, William Wordsworth (1856). “William Wordsworth, a biography”, p.375

We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold Which Milton held.

William Wordsworth

Death, Faith, Freedom

'It is not to be thought of' (1807)

Miss not the occasion; by the forelock take that subtle power, the never-halting time.

William Wordsworth

Opportunity, Missing, Subtle

William Wordsworth (1864). “The Select Poetical Works of William Wordsworth”, p.392

No motion has she now, no force; she neither hears nor sees; rolled around in earth's diurnal course, with rocks, and stones, and trees.

William Wordsworth

Death, Rocks, Tree

'A slumber did my spirit seal' (1800)

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

Lonely, Loneliness, Book

William Wordsworth (1859). “The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Etc”, p.338

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

Profound, Secret, Cups

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.345

Two voices are there; one is of the sea, One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice.

William Wordsworth

Sea, Two, Voice

'Two Voices are there' (1807)

The silence that is in the starry sky, / The sleep that is among the lonely hills.

William Wordsworth

Lonely, Sleep, Sky

'Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle' (1807)

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

Years, Victory, Age

William Wordsworth (1994). “The Collected Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.404, Wordsworth Editions

When his veering gait And every motion of his starry train Seem governed by a strain Of music, audible to him alone.

William Wordsworth

Music, Gait, Strain

William Wordsworth (1847). “The Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.171

Long as there's a sun that sets, Primroses will have their glory; Long as there are violets, They will have a place in story: There's a flower that shall be mine, 'Tis the little Celandine.

William Wordsworth

Flower, Long, Stories

William Wordsworth (1994). “The Collected Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.160, Wordsworth Editions

I look for ghosts; but none will force Their way to me. 'Tis falsely said That there was ever intercourse Between the living and the dead.

William Wordsworth

Looks, Way, Ghost

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.74

The earth was all before me. With a heart Joyous, nor scared at its own liberty, I look about; and should the chosen guide Be nothing better than a wandering cloud, I cannot miss my way.

William Wordsworth

Heart, Clouds, Missing

William Wordsworth (1994). “The Collected Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.632, Wordsworth Editions

Private courts, Gloomy as coffins, and unsightly lanes Thrilled by some female vendor's scream, belike The very shrillest of all London cries, May then entangle our impatient steps; Conducted through those labyrinths, unawares, To privileged regions and inviolate, Where from their airy lodges studious lawyers Look out on waters, walks, and gardens green.

William Wordsworth

Garden, Water, Labyrinth

William Wordsworth (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of William Wordsworth (Illustrated)”, p.1983, Delphi Classics

Tis not in battles that from youth we train The Governor who must be wise and good, And temper with the sternness of the brain Thoughts motherly, and meek as womanhood.

William Wordsworth

Wise, Brain, Battle

William Wordsworth (1847). “The Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.236

Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive But to be young was very heaven.

William Wordsworth

Heaven, Dawn, Alive

"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).

Books! tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it.

William Wordsworth

Sweet, Nature, Book

1798 'The Tables Turned', stanza 3.

Sad fancies do we then affect, In luxury of disrespect To our own prodigal excess Of too familiar happiness.

William Wordsworth

Happiness, Luxury, Disrespect

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.349

The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on a dim and perilous way!

William Wordsworth

Intellectual, Way, Intellect

'The Excursion' (1814) bk. 3, l. 700

The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart.

William Wordsworth

Heart, Sleep, Eye

'A Poet's Epitaph' (1800)

He murmurs near the running brooks A music sweeter than their own.

William Wordsworth

Music, Running, Brooks

William Wordsworth (1828). “The Poetical Works”, p.227

Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfold The likeness of whate'er on land is seen.

William Wordsworth

Ocean, Sea, Land

William Wordsworth (1849). “The poetical works of William Wordsworth”, p.121

As generations come and go, Their arts, their customs, ebb and flow; Fate, fortune, sweep strong powers away, And feeble, of themselves, decay.

William Wordsworth

Art, Strong, Fate

William Wordsworth (1849). “The Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.339

Behold the Child among his new-born blisses A six years' Darling of a pigmy size! See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies, Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, With light upon him from his father's eyes! See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art.

William Wordsworth

Mother, Dream, Art

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