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William Wordsworth Quotes - Page 2

Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.

William Wordsworth (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of William Wordsworth (Illustrated)”, p.2096, Delphi Classics

Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.

'Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey' (1798) l. 26

Love betters what is best

William Wordsworth (1994). “The Collected Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.257, Wordsworth Editions

For all things are less dreadful than they seem.

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.291

Pleasures newly found are sweet When they lie about our feet.

William Wordsworth (1859). “The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Etc”, p.337

Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.

William Wordsworth (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of William Wordsworth (Illustrated)”, p.2107, Delphi Classics

The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells.

William Wordsworth (1850). “The Prelude, Or, Growth of a Poet's Mind: An Autobiographical Poem”, p.371, London E. Moxon 1850.

A tale in everything.

William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge (2003). “Lyrical Ballads and Other Poems”, p.45, Wordsworth Editions

A cheerful life is what the Muses love. A soaring spirit is their prime delight.

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.186

Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!

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.186

Write to me frequently & the longest letters possible; never mind whether you have facts or no to communicate; fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth, Ernest De Selincourt, Alan G. Hill, Chester Linn Shaver (1967). “The Letters of William and Dorothy Wordsworth: Volume VIII. A Supplement of New Letters”, p.51, Oxford University Press on Demand

Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge - it is as immortal as the heart of man.

William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth (1815). “Poems”, p.381

One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.

William Wordsworth, “The Farmer Of Tilsbury Vale”