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219 Inspiring Quotes by William Wordsworth

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Wikipedia Summary for William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth (7 April 1770 – 23 April 1850) was an English Romantic poet who, with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, helped to launch the Romantic Age in English literature with their joint publication Lyrical Ballads (1798).

Wordsworth's magnum opus is generally considered to be The Prelude, a semi-autobiographical poem of his early years that he revised and expanded a number of times. It was posthumously titled and published by his wife in the year of his death, before which it was generally known as "the poem to Coleridge".

Wordsworth was Poet Laureate from 1843 until his death from pleurisy on 23 April 1850.


gray elephant

Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm.

--William Wordsworth



red strawberry fruit on red surface

O Reader! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought can bring, O gentle Reader! you would find A tale in everything.

--William Wordsworth

lights

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.

--William Wordsworth



grayscale photo of rock formation

Prompt to move but firm to wait -- knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.

--William Wordsworth

group of people waving their hands

Oh, be wise, Thou!
Instructed that true knowledge leads to love.

--William Wordsworth


grayscale photography of elephant

A babe, by intercourse of touch I held mute dialogues with my Mother's heart.

--William Wordsworth




yellow sunflower in bloom during daytime

Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

--William Wordsworth

yellow flower field near bare trees during daytime

Burn all the statutes and their shelves: They stir us up against our kind; And worse, against ourselves.

--William Wordsworth

blue, yellow, and brown wall decor

That best portion of a good man's life; His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.

--William Wordsworth

purple flowers under sunny sky

I listen'd, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill,
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.

--William Wordsworth


body of water under clear blue sky painting

The little unremembered acts of kindness and love are the best parts of a person's life.

--William Wordsworth


purple and black skies

What we need is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out.

--William Wordsworth

starry night over butte

How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land!

--William Wordsworth

aerial photography of pine trees

The Eagle, he was lord above.

--William Wordsworth

bird in the sky

In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing.

--William Wordsworth


None

This city now doth, like a garment, wear the beauty of the morning; silent bare, ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie open unto the fields and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.

--William Wordsworth

brown and white butterfly on purple petaled flower

Brothers all In honour, as in one community, Scholars and gentlemen.

--William Wordsworth

None

Tis not in battles that from youth we train The Governor who must be wise and good, And temper with the sternness of the brain Thoughts motherly, and meek as womanhood.

--William Wordsworth

blue wall bricks

The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.

--William Wordsworth

snow covered mountain under blue sky

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

--William Wordsworth

pink cherry blossom tree under blue sky during daytime

He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure; No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,- The past unsighed for, and the future sure.

--William Wordsworth

lightning strike at night

The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me,-her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears.

--William Wordsworth

rainbow

Books are the best type of the influence of the past.

--William Wordsworth

selective photography of dried leaf

O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice?

--William Wordsworth



bird's eye view photography of trees and body of water

The best portion of a good man's life: His little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love.

--William Wordsworth



Arizona landscape

And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.

--William Wordsworth

band performing on stage in front of people

A violet by a mossy stone half hidden from the eye; Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.

--William Wordsworth


Bright orange to dark red gradient

Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares!- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays.

--William Wordsworth

rainbow

The gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.

--William Wordsworth

yellow bee beside purple petaled flower during daytime

Then my heart with pleasure fills and dances with the daffodils.

--William Wordsworth

religious painting

To begin, begin.

--William Wordsworth

worm's eye view of trees during night time

Open-mindedness is the harvest of a quiet eye.

--William Wordsworth


green water in close up photography

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

selective focus photo of iceberg on large body of water at winter

O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!

--William Wordsworth

None

Imagination, which in truth
Is but another name for absolute power
And clearest insight, amplitude of mind,
And reason, in her most exalted mood.

--William Wordsworth

blue and white abstract painting

What we have loved, others will love, and we will teach them how; instruct them how the mind of man becomes a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells.

--William Wordsworth


person standing on top of mountain

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

--William Wordsworth

fawn pug lying on gray blanket

Stern Winter loves a dirge-like sound.

--William Wordsworth

brown and white butterfly on purple petaled flower

Mathematics is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.

--William Wordsworth

foggy mountain summit

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.

--William Wordsworth

green bird perching on stem

Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.

--William Wordsworth

silhouette photo of six persons on top of mountain

Father! -- to God himself we cannot give a holier name.

--William Wordsworth

leafless tree on snow covered ground

Come, blessed barrier between day and day,
Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!

--William Wordsworth

aerial view of blue ocean water during daytime

A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.

--William Wordsworth

macro shot photography of two votive candles

Spires whose "silent finger points to heaven.

--William Wordsworth

man in orange jacket and black pants doing snow ski during daytime

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

--William Wordsworth


time lapse photography of lightning during storm

Let the moon shine on the in thy solitary walk; and let the misty mountain-winds be free to blow against thee.

--William Wordsworth

orange smoke on blue background

We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, When such are wanted.

--William Wordsworth

white tulips with green leaves

Oh, blank confusion! true epitome Of what the mighty City is herself, To thousands upon thousands of her sons, Living amid the same perpetual whirl Of trivial objects, melted and reduced To one identity.

--William Wordsworth

houses and trees during nighttime

His high endeavors are an inward light
That makes the path before him always bright.

--William Wordsworth

star sequins on white platform

Long as there's a sun that sets, Primroses will have their glory; Long as there are violets, They will have a place in story: There's a flower that shall be mine, 'Tis the little Celandine.

--William Wordsworth


person with flashlight near lighted green tree on mountain under starry night

Is then no nook of English ground secure
From rash assault?

--William Wordsworth

pet dog sitting down on snow

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

--William Wordsworth

None

Rapt into still communion that transcends The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him; it was blessedness and love!

--William Wordsworth

empty brown concrete stairs beside green grass under starry sky long-exposure photography

Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind -- But how could I forget thee?

--William Wordsworth

sealion surrounded by rocks during daytime

The primal duties shine aloft, like stars;
The charities that soothe, and heal, and bless,
Are scattered at the feet of Man, like flowers.

--William Wordsworth



group of people waving their hands

A youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven.

--William Wordsworth

red fire illustration

Rest and be thankful.

--William Wordsworth

rock formation above water

Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.

--William Wordsworth

white textile in close up photography

A great poet ought to a certain degree to rectify men's feelings... to render their feelings more sane, pure and permanent, in short, more consonant to Nature.

--William Wordsworth

blue rose in close up photography

And now the whole wide lake in deep repose Is hush'd, and like a burnish'd mirror glows.

--William Wordsworth

ocean

Look for the stars, you'll say that there are none; Look up a second time, and, one by one, You mark them twinkling out with silvery light, And wonder how they could elude the sight!

--William Wordsworth


leafless tree under gray sky

This City now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.

--William Wordsworth

leafless tree

Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters.

--William Wordsworth

Arizona landscape

To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

--William Wordsworth


blue and white painted wall

When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

--William Wordsworth

green tree under blue sky during night time

Provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke.

--William Wordsworth

Arizona landscape rocks

Books! tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it.

--William Wordsworth

green trees under blue sky at daytime

'Tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes!

--William Wordsworth

raging waves through shores

Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were trouble to my dreams.

--William Wordsworth

brown and gray floral textile

By happy chance we saw A twofold image: on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Another and the same!

--William Wordsworth


brown leaf tree facing the lake

Our meddling intellect Misshapes the beauteous forms of things We murder to dissect.

--William Wordsworth


man in cowboy hat sitting in bleachers

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.

--William Wordsworth

galaxy

A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.

--William Wordsworth

silhouette of mountains during starry night

We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.

--William Wordsworth

red wine digital wallpaper

The human mind is capable of excitementwithout 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

blooming yellow sunflower field

Elysian beauty, melancholy grace, Brought from a pensive though a happy place.

--William Wordsworth

green trees on brown dried leaves during daytime

Miss not the occasion; by the forelock take that subtle power, the never-halting time.

--William Wordsworth

brown and gray brick wall

Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.

--William Wordsworth

Longer Version:

Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,

The periwinkle trails its wreath;

And 'tis my faith that every flower

Enjoys the air it breathes.

The birds around me hopped and played,

Their thoughts I cannot measure;

But the least motion which they made,

It seemed a thrill of pleasure.

The budding twigs spread out their fan,

To catch the breezy air;

And I must think, do all I can

That there was pleasure there.

If this belief from heaven be sent,

If such be Nature's holy plan,

Have I not reason to lament

What man has made of man?


silhouette of flying bird

Life is divided into three terms -- that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present to live better in the future.

--William Wordsworth

green moss on brown tree trunk

The education of circumstances is superior to that of tuition.

--William Wordsworth

silhouette of mountain

And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy because We have been glad of yore.

--William Wordsworth

man in white and black button up shirt holding lighted candle

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

--William Wordsworth

focus photography of chick on gray ground

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

--William Wordsworth

gray cactus plant on white pot

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

silhouette photography of person in gray sailing boat in the middle of body of water

Like thoughts whose very sweetness yielded proof that they were born for immortality.

--William Wordsworth

sunset

Because the good old rule Sufficeth them,-the simple plan, That they should take who have the power, And they should keep who can.

--William Wordsworth

pink and yellow flower painting

And through the heat of conflict keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.

--William Wordsworth

selective focus photo of iceberg on large body of water at winter

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

--William Wordsworth

lighted candle in dark room

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

--William Wordsworth

cluster of stars in the sky

We have within ourselves Enough to fill the present day with joy, And overspread the future years with hope.

--William Wordsworth


woman standing on beachfront

The softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth: Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes, She scans the future with the eye of gods.

--William Wordsworth

cloudy sky

Sweetest melodies.Are those that are by distance made more sweet.

--William Wordsworth

forest trees

Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face.

--William Wordsworth

photo of about to bloom lotus flower

Faith is a passionate intuition.

--William Wordsworth

body of water

The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.

--William Wordsworth

Longer Version:

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers,
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.


couple kissing under gray clouds

We live by admiration, hope and love.

--William Wordsworth

Longer Version:

We live by admiration, hope, and love;

And, even as these are well and wisely fixed,

In dignity of being we ascend.


silhouette photography of person in gray sailing boat in the middle of body of water

The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.

--William Wordsworth

silhouette of person's hands forming heart

In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.

--William Wordsworth

Longer Version:

In that sweet mood when pleasure loves to pay

Tribute to ease; and, of its joy secure,

The heart luxuriates with indifferent things,

Wasting its kindliness on stocks and stones,

And on the vacant air.


snow covered mountain under blue sky during daytime

But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.

--William Wordsworth

purple and blue light illustration

One interior life in which all beings live with God, themselves are God, existing in the mighty whole, indistinguishable as the cloudless east is from the cloudless west, when all the hemisphere is one cerulean blue.

--William Wordsworth

running white, brown, and black dog

Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledge.

--William Wordsworth

purple and white clouds during night time

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.

--William Wordsworth

toddler hugging siberian husky

The child is father of the man.

--William Wordsworth

foggy mountains

No motion has she now, no force; she neither hears nor sees; rolled around in earth's diurnal course, with rocks, and stones, and trees.

--William Wordsworth

blue sky with stars during night time

Thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, reads't the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind.

--William Wordsworth

sunset

Like an army defeated the snow hath retreated.

--William Wordsworth

Longer Version:

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.


coconut tree near body of water

Stern daughter of the voice of God! O Duty! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring and reprove.

--William Wordsworth

green trees under white sky during daytime

Then blame not those who, by the mightiest lever
Known to the moral world, Imagination.

--William Wordsworth

orange smoke on blue background

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

--William Wordsworth

white wall paint beside white wall

Of all that is most beauteous, imaged there In happier beauty; more pellucid streams, An ampler ether, a diviner air, And fields invested with purpureal gleams.

--William Wordsworth


leafless tree under gray sky

Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there, one of a mighty multitude whose way and motion is a harmony and dance magnificent.

--William Wordsworth

silhouette of mountain during sunset

The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

--William Wordsworth

brown sand under blue sky during daytime

The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky!

--William Wordsworth

orange smoke on blue background

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

--William Wordsworth

silhouette of mountains during sunset

Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.

--William Wordsworth

green plants beside brown wooden door

Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade Of that which once was great is passed away.

--William Wordsworth


yellow sunflower under blue sky during daytime

Yet tears to human suffering are due; And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.

--William Wordsworth

pink and green flower painting

Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower.

--William Wordsworth

Longer Version:

Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be.


person shadow boxing grayscale

For by superior energies; more strict affiance in each other; faith more firm in their unhallowed principles, the bad have fairly earned a victory over the weak, the vacillating, inconsistent good.

--William Wordsworth


two women walking on bridge during daytime

A Briton even in love should be A subject, not a slave!

--William Wordsworth

stars across the sky view at the desert

The clouds that gather round the setting sun, Do take a sober colouring from an eye, That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.

--William Wordsworth

Longer Version:

The clouds that gather round the setting sun do take a sober colouring from an eye that hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, to me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.


black, purple, and orange basketball court beside concrete buildings at daytime

These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild.

--William Wordsworth

woman wearing gray long-sleeved shirt facing the sea

The monumental pomp of age Was with this goodly personage; A stature undepressed in size, Unbent, which rather seemed to rise In open victory o'er the weight Of seventy years, to loftier height.

--William Wordsworth

Arizona landscape

I wandered lonely as a cloud.

--William Wordsworth

Longer Version:

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host of golden daffodils
Beside the lake beneath the trees
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.



purple lavender flower

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 in solitude.

--William Wordsworth

close up photo of tree

Sweet childish days, that were as long, As twenty days are now.

--William Wordsworth

closeup photo of violin on brown surface

Heaven lies about us in our infancy.

--William Wordsworth



person wearing red running shoe

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

--William Wordsworth

brown chopped logs

Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain That has been, and may be again.

--William Wordsworth


flat lay photography teacup on top of saucer

A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable.

--William Wordsworth

grassland landscape

Worse than idle is compassion if it ends in tears and sighs.

--William Wordsworth

person standing in front of fire

Come forth, and bring with you a heart
That watches and receives.

--William Wordsworth

black portable vinyl records

The first cuckoo's melancholy cry.

--William Wordsworth

silhouette photography of trees and sky

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

--William Wordsworth

bird on pier

Alas! how little can a moment show Of an eye where feeling plays In ten thousand dewy rays: A face o'er which a thousand shadows go!

--William Wordsworth

photo of pine trees

Babylon, Learned and wise, hath perished utterly, Nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh That would lament her.

--William Wordsworth

brown rocky mountain under gray sky

But hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity.

--William Wordsworth

Bryce Canyon National Park Sunrise Point at Utah

Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science.

--William Wordsworth


city lights from hill

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

--William Wordsworth

sunset highway

Memories... images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed.

--William Wordsworth

brown sands

Hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue.

--William Wordsworth

blue and white striped textile

That to this mountain-daisy's self were known The beauty of its star-shaped shadow, thrown On the smooth surface of this naked stone!

--William Wordsworth

silhouette of a person during sunset

Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground?

--William Wordsworth

worm's eye view of trees during night time

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

--William Wordsworth


white and blue building under clear sky

Not Chaos, not the darkest pit of lowest Erebus, nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out by help of dreams -- can breed such fear and awe as fall upon us often when we look into our Minds, into the Mind of Man.

--William Wordsworth

selective focus photography of stones on sand

One impulse from a vernal wood.

--William Wordsworth

rocks on sea side at daytime

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting.

--William Wordsworth

Longer Version:

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come.





None

And when the stream Which overflowed the soul was passed away, A consciousness remained that it had left Deposited upon the silent shore Of memory images and precious thoughts That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.

--William Wordsworth

silhouette photo of mountain during night time

Therefore am I still a lover of the meadows and the woods, and mountains; and of all that we behold from this green earth.

--William Wordsworth

woman standing on forest

The thought of our past years in me doth breed perpetual benedictions.

--William Wordsworth


green leafed trees

Oh for a single hour of that Dundee Who on that day the word of onset gave!

--William Wordsworth

cluster of stars in the sky

The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink I heard a voice it said Drink, pretty creature, drink'

--William Wordsworth

sunset

Often have I sighed to measure By myself a lonely pleasure,- Sighed to think I read a book, Only read, perhaps, by me.

--William Wordsworth


red textile in close up photography

The Primrose for a veil had spread The largest of her upright leaves; And thus for purposes benign, A simple flower deceives.

--William Wordsworth


photo of mountains

But how can he expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all?

--William Wordsworth


Bryce Canyon National Park Sunrise Point at Utah

Science appears but what in truth she is, Not as our glory and our absolute boast, But as a succedaneum, and a prop To our infirmity.

--William Wordsworth

blue, white, and pink petaled flowers on gray surface

Where the statue stood Of Newton, with his prism and silent face, The marble index of a mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of thought alone.

--William Wordsworth

time lapse photography of lightning during storm

There is a luxury in self-dispraise; And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast.

--William Wordsworth

closeup photo of sunflower

Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.

--William Wordsworth


man in blue jacket and blue pants carrying black and red backpack standing on snow covered

The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.

--William Wordsworth

toddlers standing outdoors

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

red rose

Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.

--William Wordsworth

body of water

There is a comfort in the strength of love; 'Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart.

--William Wordsworth


selective focus photography of orange and beige butterfly on purple flowers

Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark.

--William Wordsworth

green moss on brown tree trunk

Wild is the music of autumnal winds Amongst the faded woods.

--William Wordsworth

man and woman with bone fire sitting on seashore

Every gift of noble origin Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath.

--William Wordsworth

person standing on top of mountain

Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind.

--William Wordsworth

green mountain ]

The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.

--William Wordsworth

green trees on brown dried leaves during daytime

Laying out grounds may be considered a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting.

--William Wordsworth

rock formation under starry skies

But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!.

--William Wordsworth

brown and gray floral textile

She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love.

--William Wordsworth

adobe wall

I travelled among unknown men,
In lands beyond the sea;
Nor England! did I know till then
What love I bore to thee.

--William Wordsworth

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