101 Famous Quotes by William Wordsworth
4/7/1770 - 4/23/1850
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About William Wordsworth
William Wordsworth was a major English Romantic poet who, with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, helped to launch the Romantic Age in English literature with the 1798 joint publication Lyrical Ballads.
Wordsworth's magnum opus is generally considered to be The Prelude, a semiautobiographical poem of his early years which he revised and expanded a number of times. It was posthumously titled and published, prior to which it was generally known as the poem "to Coleridge". Wordsworth was Britain's Poet Laureate from 1843 until his death in 1850.
From Stirling Castle we had seen
The mazy Forth unravelled;
Had trod the banks of Clyde and Tay,
And with the Tweed had travelled;
And when we came to Clovenford,
Then said "my winsome marrow,"
"Whate'er betide, we'll turn aside,
And see the braes of Yarrow."
Rivers
Quotes, by William Wordsworth , Source: Yarrow Unvisited
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The feather, whence the pen
Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men,
Dropped from an Angel's wing.
Pen
Quotes, by William Wordsworth , Source: Ecclesiastical Sonnets (pt. III, V, Walton's Book of Lives)
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And she hath smiles to earth unknown--
Smiles that with motion of their own
Do spread, and sink, and rise.
Smiles
Quotes, by William Wordsworth , Source: I met Louisa in the Shade (st. 2), (afterwards cancelled by him, not found in complete edition of po
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I heard a Stock-dove sing or say
His homely tale, this very day;
His voice was buried among trees,
Yet to be come at by the breeze:
He did not cease; but cooed--and cooed:
And somewhat pensively he wooed:
He sang of love, with quiet blending,
Slow to begin, and never ending;
Of serious faith, and inward glee;
That was the song,--the song for me!
Doves
Quotes, by William Wordsworth , Source: O Nightingale! Thou Surely Art
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Hail to thee, far above the rest
In joy of voice and pinion!
Thou, linnet! in thy green array,
Presiding spirit here to-day,
Dost lead the revels of the May;
And this is thy dominion.
Linnets
Quotes, by William Wordsworth , Source: The Green Linnet
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Art thou the bird whom Man loves best,
The pious bird with the scarlet breast,
Our little English Robin;
The bird that comes about our doors
When autumn winds are sobbing?
Robins
Quotes, by William Wordsworth , Source: The Redbreast Chasing the Butterfly
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Behold, within the leafy shade,
Those bright blue eggs together laid!
On me the chance-discovered sight
Gleamed like a vision of delight.
Sparrows
Quotes, by William Wordsworth , Source: The Sparrow's Nest
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At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,
Hangs a thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years.
Thrushes
Quotes, by William Wordsworth , Source: Reverie of Poor Susan
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And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
He, too, is no mean preacher:
Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your teacher.
Thrushes
Quotes, by William Wordsworth , Source: The Tables Turned
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I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds
With coldness still returning;
Alas! the gratitude of men
Hath often left me mourning.
Gratitude
Quotes, by William Wordsworth , Source: Simon Lee
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Why should not grave Philosophy be styled.
Herself, a dreamer of a kindred stock,
A dreamer, yet more spiritless and dull?
Philosophy
Quotes, by William Wordsworth , Source: Excursion (bk. III)
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Bright flowers, whose home is everywhere
Bold in maternal nature's care
And all the long year through the heir
Of joy and sorrow,
Methinks that there abides in thee
Some concord with humanity,
Given to no other flower I see
The forest through.
Daisies
Quotes, by William Wordsworth , Source: To the Daisy
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Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The Ploughboy is whooping--anon--anon!
There's joy in the mountains:
There's life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone.
March
Quotes, by William Wordsworth , Source: Written in March
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Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowing
Under the sky's gray arch;
Smiling I watch the shaken elm boughs, knowing
It is the wind of March.
March
Quotes, by William Wordsworth , Source: Written in March
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And when a damp
Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand
The Thing became a trumpet; whence he blew
Soul-animating strains--alas! too few.
Blindness
Quotes, by William Wordsworth , Source: Miscellaneous Sonnets, Pt. II, Scorn Not the Sonnet; Critic, You Have Frowned
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