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William Wordsworth

(1770-1850 / Cumberland / England)

Quotations

  • ''The Child is father of the Man;
    And I could wish my days to be
    Bound each to each by natural piety.''
    William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold (l. 7-9). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [William Wordsworth]. John O. Hayden, ed. (1977, repr. 1990) Penguin Books.
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  • ''Imagination, which in truth
    Is but another name for absolute power
    And clearest insight, amplitude of mind,
    And reason, in her most exalted mood.''
    William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. The Prelude; XIV. Conclusion (l. 189-192). . . Oxford Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Frank Kermode and John Hollander, general eds. (1973) Oxford University Press (Also published as six paperback vols.: Medieval English Literature, J. B. Trapp, ed.; The Literature of Renaissance England, John Hollander and Frank Kermode, eds.; The Restoration and the Eighteenth Century, Martin Price, ed.; Romantic Poetry and Prose, Harold Bloom and Lionel Trilling, eds.; Victorian Prose and Poetry, Lionel Trilling and Harold Bloom, eds.; Modern British Literature, Frank Kermode and John Hollander, eds.).
  • ''The child is father of the man.''
    William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold (written 1802, published 1807).
  • ''Instruct them how the mind of Man becomes
    A thousand times more beautiful than the earth
    On which he dwells,''
    William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. The Prelude; XIV. Conclusion (l. 448-450). . . Oxford Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Frank Kermode and John Hollander, general eds. (1973) Oxford University Press (Also published as six paperback vols.: Medieval English Literature, J. B. Trapp, ed.; The Literature of Renaissance England, John Hollander and Frank Kermode, eds.; The Restoration and the Eighteenth Century, Martin Price, ed.; Romantic Poetry and Prose, Harold Bloom and Lionel Trilling, eds.; Victorian Prose and Poetry, Lionel Trilling and Harold Bloom, eds.; Modern British Literature, Frank Kermode and John Hollander, eds.).
  • ''My heart leaps up when I behold
    A rainbow in the sky:''
    William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold (l. 1-2). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [William Wordsworth]. John O. Hayden, ed. (1977, repr. 1990) Penguin Books.
  • ''And a single small cottage, a nest like a dove's,
    The one only dwelling on earth that she loves.''
    William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. The Reverie of Poor Susan (l. 11-12). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [William Wordsworth]. John O. Hayden, ed. (1977, repr. 1990) Penguin Books.
  • ''Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room;''
    William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. Nuns Fret Not at Their Convent's Narrow Room (l. 1). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [William Wordsworth]. John O. Hayden, ed. (1977, repr. 1990) Penguin Books.
  • ''Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower,
    We feel that we are greater than we know.''
    William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. The River Duddon. . . The Poems; Vol. 2 [William Wordsworth]. John O. Hayden, ed. (1977, repr. 1989) Penguin Books.
  • ''In truth the prison, unto which we doom
    Ourselves, no prison is:''
    William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. Nuns Fret Not at Their Convent's Narrow Room (l. 8-9). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [William Wordsworth]. John O. Hayden, ed. (1977, repr. 1990) Penguin Books.
  • ''Still glides the Stream, and shall for ever glide;
    The Forms remains, the Function never dies;''
    William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. The River Duddon. . . The Poems; Vol. 2 [William Wordsworth]. John O. Hayden, ed. (1977, repr. 1989) Penguin Books.

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Stanzas

WITHIN our happy castle there dwelt One
Whom without blame I may not overlook;
For never sun on living creature shone
Who more devout enjoyment with us took:
Here on his hours he hung as on a book,
On his own time here would he float away,
As doth a fly upon a summer brook;
But go tomorrow, or belike today,
Seek for him,---he is fled; and whither none can say.

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