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William Wordsworth Quotes - Page 3

There is creation in the eye.

There is creation in the eye.

William Wordsworth (1992). “Lyrical Ballads, and Other Poems, 1797-1800”

Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.

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.337

When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign is solitude.

William Wordsworth (1970). “The Prelude: Or, Growth of a Poet's Mind (text of 1805)”, p.24, Oxford University Press on Demand

Rest and be thankful.

William Wordsworth (1835). “Yarrow Revisited: And Other Poems”, p.28

But hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity.

'Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey' (1798) l. 88

... and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.

William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Michael Mason (2007). “Lyrical Ballads”, p.152, Pearson Education

And I am happy when I sing.

William Wordsworth (1847). “The Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.106

We live by admiration, hope and love.

William Wordsworth (1854). “The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth”, p.587

From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.

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.239

The best of what we do and are, Just God, forgive!

William Wordsworth (1847). “The Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.220

That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.

"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" l. 19 (1815 ed.)

The memory of the just survives in Heaven.

William Wordsworth (1994). “The Collected Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.863, Wordsworth Editions

Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns.

'Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey' (1798) l. 88

Serene will be our days, and bright and happy will our nature be, when love is an unerring light, and joy its own security.

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.368