William Wordsworth
William Wordsworth
William Wordsworthwas a major English Romantic poet who, with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, helped to launch the Romantic Age in English literature with their joint publication Lyrical Ballads...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth7 April 1770
beside poet waves
The waves beside them danced; but they/ Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:/ A poet could not but be gay,/ In such a jocund company.
beside grew human sweetest
The sweetest thing that ever grew / Beside a human door!
bosom sea sleeping winds
The 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.
draws feels life lightly simple
A simple child,That lightly draws its breath,And feels its life in every limb,What should it know of death?
air faith
And 'tis my faith, that every flowerEnjoys the air it breathes.
calmness conflict heat keeps sees
And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the lawIn calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.
choice habit rules
And yet not choice but habit rules the unreflecting herd.
love seem worthy
And you must love him, ere to youHe will seem worthy of your love.
cannot consciousness images passed precious remained shall silent soul
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.
cannot consciousness images passed precious remained shall shore silent soul stream thoughts
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.
future hands serve
Enough, if something from our hands have powerTo live, and act, and serve the future hour.
battles numbers perhaps
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flowFor old, unhappy, far-off things,And battles long ago.
absolute appears glory science truth
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.
communion imperfect offices praise prayer
Rapt into still communion that transcends/ The imperfect offices of prayer and praise.