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
age-and-aging beautiful foolish happy nature
With Nature never do they wageA foolish strife; they seeA happy youth, and their old ageIs beautiful and free.
greater
We feel that we are greater than we know.
art darling invisible thou
Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring!Even yet thou art to meNo bird, but an invisible thing,A voice, a mystery. . . .
child earth grew lady nature shall sun three
Three years she grew in sun and shower,/ Then Nature said, 'A lovelier flower/ On earth was never sown;/ This child I to myself will take;/ She shall be mine, and I will make/ A Lady of my own.
dim nights passed three words
Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on,Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.
destiny evermore heart hope whether
Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and only there;With hope it is, hope that can never die,Effort and expectation, and desire,And something evermore about to be.
land lies ship
Where lies the land to which yon ship must go?
almighty bow heads thy
We bow our heads before Thee, and we laudAnd magnify thy name, Almighty God!
phantom
She was a phantom of delightWhen first she gleamed upon my sight.
delicate eyes fountain gave humble love sweet
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.
emotion emotions origin overflow poetry powerful takes
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility
breath expression finer poetry spirit
Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science.
blend meanest pleasure sorrow
Never to blend our pleasure or our prideWith sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.