William Wordsworth Quotes about Summer

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Bright was the summer's noon when quickening steps Followed each other till a dreary moor Was crossed, a bare ridge clomb, upon whose top Standing alone, as from a rampart's edge, I overlooked the bed of Windermere,

Bright was the summer's noon when quickening steps Followed each other till a dreary moor Was crossed, a bare ridge clomb, upon whose top Standing alone, as from a rampart's edge, I overlooked the bed of Windermere, Like a vast river, stretching in the sun.

William Wordsworth

Summer, July, Rivers

William Wordsworth (1854). “The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth”, p.492

Look at the fate of summer flowers, which blow at daybreak, droop ere even-song.

William Wordsworth

Summer, Song, Flower

William Wordsworth (1994). “The Collected Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.110, Wordsworth Editions

Departing summer hath assumed An aspect tenderly illumed, The gentlest look of spring; That calls from yonder leafy shade Unfaded, yet prepared to fade, A timely carolling.

William Wordsworth

Summer, Spring, Looks

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.358

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

William Wordsworth

Summer, Children, Casts

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

Primroses, the Spring may love them; Summer knows but little of them.

William Wordsworth

Summer, Spring, May

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.27