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Faith is a passionate intuition.

Faith is a passionate intuition.

William Wordsworth
Faith, Spiritual, Wisdom
"Trust on Trial: Who Do You Trust and Why?". Book by Cecile T. Massé, p. 33, 2010.

The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose.

William Wordsworth
Appreciation, Flower, Rainbow
'Ode. Intimations of Immortality' (1807) st. 1

The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this.

William Wordsworth
Beauty, Perception, Mind
William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Michael Mason (2007). “Lyrical Ballads”, p.64, Pearson Education

Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.

William Wordsworth
Wise, Home, Heaven
'To a Skylark' (Ethereal minstrel!, 1827)

In truth the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is.

William Wordsworth
Prison, Doom
William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth (1815). “Poems by William Wordsworth: Including Lyrical Ballads, and the Miscellaneous Pieces of the Author”, p.159

Chains tie us down by land and sea; And wishes, vain as mine, may be All that is left to comfort thee.

William Wordsworth
Sea, Land, Ties
1804 'The Affliction of Margaret', stanza 8 (published 1807).

How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.

William Wordsworth
Love, Freedom, Flower
William Wordsworth (1994). “The Collected Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.277, Wordsworth Editions

And now I see with eye serene, The very pulse of the machine. A being breathing thoughtful breaths, A traveler between life and death.

William Wordsworth
Eye, Thoughtful, Breathing
'She was a phantom of delight' (1807)

Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.

William Wordsworth
Life, Eye, Blood
"Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey" l. 46 (1798)

Oh there is blessing in this gentle breeze, A visitant that while it fans my cheek Doth seem half-conscious of the joy it brings From the green fields, and from yon azure sky. Whate'er its mission, the soft breeze can come To none more grateful than to me; escaped From the vast city, where I long had pined A discontented sojourner: now free, Free as a bird to settle where I will.

William Wordsworth
Grateful, Blessing, Cities
1799-1805 The Prelude, bk.1, l.1-9 (published 1850).

[Mathematics] is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.

William Wordsworth
Independent, Math, World

She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight, A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair, Like twilights too her dusky hair, But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn.

William Wordsworth
Time, Stars, Twilight
1804 'She was a Phantom of delight', l.1-4 (published 1807).

Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and only there;With hope it is, hope that can never die,Effort and expectation, and desire,And something evermore about to be.

William Wordsworth
Home, Heart, Destiny
William Wordsworth (1854). “The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth”, p.507

May books and nature be their early joy!

William Wordsworth
Nature, Book, Joy
William Wordsworth (1850). “The Prelude, Or, Growth of a Poet's Mind: An Autobiographical Poem”, p.124

The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet's dream.

William Wordsworth
Dream, Light, Sea
'Elegiac Stanzas' (on a picture of Peele Castle in a storm, 1807)

Before us lay a painful road, And guidance have I sought in duteous love From Wisdom's heavenly Father. Hence hath flowed Patience, with trust that, whatsoe'er the way Each takes in this high matter, all may move Cheered with the prospect of a brighter day.

William Wordsworth
Patience, Father, Moving
1839-40 Sonnets upon the Punishment of Death, no.14,'Apology', l.9-14 (published in the Quarterly Review 1841).

Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room; And hermits are contented with their cells.

William Wordsworth
Cells, Rooms, Spirituality
'Nuns fret not' (1807)

Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man?

William Wordsworth
Men, Reason, Made
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.341

My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man.

William Wordsworth
Heart, Men, Sky
"My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold" l. 1 (1807). Wordsworth also used the last three lines as the epigraph for his poem "Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood" (1807). See Milton 43

one daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.

William Wordsworth
Nature, Pleasure, Daffodil

For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.

William Wordsworth
Nature, Humanity, Environmental
'Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey' (1798) l. 88

In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.

William Wordsworth
Hands, Safety
William Wordsworth (1854). “The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth”, p.257

Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things We murder to dissect. Enough of Science and of Art; Close up these barren leaves; Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives.

William Wordsworth
Sweet, Nature, Art
'The Tables Turned' (1798)

Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more.

William Wordsworth
Thinking, Idols, Adore
William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth (1815). “Poems by William Wordsworth: Including Lyrical Ballads, and the Miscellaneous Pieces of the Author”, p.211

But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.

William Wordsworth
Light, Imagination, Rivals
William Wordsworth (1828). “The Poetical Works”, p.137

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