William Wordsworth Quotations | Page 6

Perhaps the plaintive numbers flowFor old, unhappy, far-off things,And battles long ago.

After ten months' melancholy,/ Became a good and honest man.

The love of God is passionate. He pursues each of us even when we know it not.

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

O Nightingale, thou surely art/ A creature of a 'fiery heart'.

My days, my friend, are almost gone,My life has been approved,And many love me; but by noneAm I enough beloved.

More skilful in self-knowledge, even more pure,/ As tempted more; more able to endure,/ As more exposed to suffering and distress.

Plain living and high thinking are no more:The homely beauty of the good old causeIs gone.

Many are our joysIn youth, but oh! what happiness to liveWhen every hour brings palpable accessOf knowledge, when all knowledge is delight,And sorrow is not there!

In common things that round us lieSome random truths he can impart, --The harvest of a quiet eyeThat broods and sleeps on his own heart.