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

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

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

Great men have been among us; hands that penn'd
And tongues that utter'd wisdom
better none — William Wordsworth

A cheerful life is what the Muses love, A soaring spirit is their prime delight. — William Wordsworth

To be a Prodigal's favourite,-then, worse truth, A Miser's pensioner,-behold our lot! — William Wordsworth

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

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

As generations come and go, Their arts, their customs, ebb and flow; Fate, fortune, sweep strong powers away, And feeble, of themselves, decay. — William Wordsworth

Pleasures newly found are sweet When they lie about our feet. — William Wordsworth

She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; And humble cares, and delicate fears; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears; And love and thought and joy. — William Wordsworth

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

We live by Admiration, Hope, and Love;
And, even as these are well and wisely fixed,
In dignity of being we ascend. — William Wordsworth

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

Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel To self-reproach. — William Wordsworth

Turning, for them who pass, the common dust Of servile opportunity to gold. — William Wordsworth

Friend is the one who showes the way and walks a piece of road with us — William Wordsworth

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

The world is too much with us. — William Wordsworth

Nor less I deem that there are Powers
Which of themselves our minds impress;
That we can feed this mind of ours
In a wise passiveness — William Wordsworth

Our meddlesome intellect misshapen the beauteous form of things. — William Wordsworth

But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for humankind, Is happy as a lover. — William Wordsworth

And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love. — William Wordsworth

Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher. — William Wordsworth

...whom I have loved
With such communion, that no place on earth
Can ever be a solitude to me — William Wordsworth

Like an army defeated the snow hath retreated. — William Wordsworth

Poetry has never brought me in enough money to buy shoestrings. — William Wordsworth

We must be free or die, who speak the tongue
That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold
Which Milton held. — William Wordsworth

And we shall find
A pleasure in the dimness of the stars. — William Wordsworth

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

to be incapable of a feeling of poetry, in my sense of the word, is to be without love of human nature — William Wordsworth

Faith is a passionate intuition. — William Wordsworth

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

Let Nature be your teacher — William Wordsworth

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

In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard seat And birds and flowers once more to greet ... — William Wordsworth

I'll teach my boy the sweetest things;
I'll teach him how the owlet sings. — William Wordsworth

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

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

I kind of got inspired by [William] Wordsworth and [Samuel Taylor] Coleridge - I went the old traditional way of finding inspiration, I guess ... — Eliot Paulina Sumner

O joy! that in our embers
Is something that doth live. — William Wordsworth

could have laugh'd myself to scorn, to find In that decrepit Man so firm a mind. — William Wordsworth

Ere we had reach'd the wish'd-for place, night fell: We were too late at least by one dark hour, — William Wordsworth

Prior to Wordsworth, humor was an essential part of poetry. I mean, they don't call them Shakespeare comedies for nothing. — William Collins

Will no one tell me what she sings? Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things
And battles long ago. — William Wordsworth

Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow! — William Wordsworth

The child is father of the man:
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety. — William Wordsworth

When his veering gait And every motion of his starry train Seem governed by a strain Of music, audible to him alone. — William Wordsworth

It is the 1st mild day of March. Each minute sweeter than before ... there is a blessing in the air. — William Wordsworth

Wild is the music of autumnal winds Amongst the faded woods. — William Wordsworth

I'm not talking about a "show me other walls of this thing" button, I mean a "stumble" button for wallbase. — William Wordsworth

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

Oft on the dappled turf at ease I sit, and play with similes, Loose type of things through all degrees. — William Wordsworth

Not without hope we suffer and we mourn. — William Wordsworth

A light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove. — William Wordsworth

Truths that wake
To perish never — William Wordsworth

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

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

A deep distress has humanised my soul. — William Wordsworth

Rest and be thankful. — William Wordsworth

Books are the best type of the influence of the past. — William Wordsworth

Free as a bird to settle where I will. — William Wordsworth

The unconquerable pang of despised love. — William Wordsworth

Wisdom married to immortal verse. — William Wordsworth

How is it that you live, and what is it you do? — William Wordsworth

Minds that have nothing to confer Find little to perceive. — William Wordsworth

Heaven lies about us in our infancy. — William Wordsworth

To character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together ... humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self. — William Wordsworth

In heaven above, And earth below, they best can serve true gladness Who meet most feelingly the calls of sadness. — William Wordsworth

Society became my glittering bride, And airy hopes my children. — William Wordsworth

Of friends, however humble, scorn not one. — William Wordsworth

The very flowers are sacred to the poor. — William Wordsworth

Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least. — William Wordsworth

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

Those old credulities, to Nature dear, Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock Of history? — William Wordsworth

While all the future, for thy purer soul,
With "sober certainties" of love is blest. — William Wordsworth

Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind
But how could I forget thee? — William Wordsworth

For nature then to me was all in all. — William Wordsworth

Death is the quiet haven of us all. — William Wordsworth

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

For oft, when on my couch I lie in vacant or in pensive mood they flash upon that inward eye which is the bliss of solitude — William Wordsworth

Serene will be our days, and bright and happy will our nature be, when love is an unerring light, and joy its own security. — William Wordsworth

The power of any art is limited — William Wordsworth

And the most difficult of tasks to keep Heights which the soul is competent to gain. — William Wordsworth

Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive
But to be young was very heaven. — William Wordsworth

A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. — William Wordsworth

Milton, in his hand
The thing became a trumpet — William Wordsworth

The Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society. — William Wordsworth

The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket. — William Wordsworth

Stop thinking for once in your life! — William Wordsworth

The first cuckoo's melancholy cry. — William Wordsworth

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

To the solid ground Of Nature trusts the mind which builds for aye. — William Wordsworth

Success consists of getting up just one more time than you fall. — William Wordsworth

The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an angel's wing. — William Wordsworth

It is a beauteous evening, calm and free,
The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration. — William Wordsworth

On Man, on Nature, and on Human Life,
Musing is solitude — William Wordsworth

The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart. — William Wordsworth

The mightiest lever known to the world: imagination. — William Wordsworth

But who would force the soul tilts with a straw Against a champion cased in adamant — William Wordsworth