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William Wordsworth

Portrait of William Wordsworth by Benjamin Robert Haydon (National Portrait Gallery).
Born (1770-04-07)7 April 1770
Cockermouth, Cumberland, England
Died 23 April 1850(1850-04-23) (aged 80)
Cumberland, England
Occupation Poet
Alma mater St John’s College, Cambridge
Literary movement Romanticism
Notable works Lyrical Ballads, Poems in Two Volumes, The Excursion, The Prelude, I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.
A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor.
William Wordsworth
Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.
William Wordsworth
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
 The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
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
One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.
William Wordsworth
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
William Wordsworth
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
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
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
That best portion of a man’s life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.
William Wordsworth
The child is father of the man.
What we need is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out.
Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.
I listened, 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
The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.
William Wordsworth
To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
William Wordsworth
The best portion of a good man’s life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.
William Wordsworth
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
Faith is a passionate intuition.
But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.
William Wordsworth
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.
To begin, begin.
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
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
The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
William Wordsworth
What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.
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
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
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.
William Wordsworth
Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more.
William Wordsworth