More - William Wordsworth Quotes

A poet who has not produced a good poem before he is twenty-five, we may conclude cannot, and never will do so.

William Wordsworth

 

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

William Wordsworth

 

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

 English Poet

For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth

 

And, when the streamWhich overflowed the soul was passed away,A consciousness remained that it had left,Deposited upon the silent shoreOf memory, images and precious thoughtsThat shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.

William Wordsworth

 Consciousness

Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,But to be young was very heaven!

William Wordsworth

 

Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.

William Wordsworth

 English Poet

She seemed a thing that could not feel the touch of earthly years.

William Wordsworth

 Nature

We live by admiration, hope and love; and even as these are well and wisely fixed, in dignity of being we ascend

William Wordsworth

 Admiration

There's not a nook within this solemn pass/ But were an apt confessional for one/ Taught by his summer spent, his autumn gone,/ That life is but a tale of morning grass/ Withered at eve.

William Wordsworth