William Wordsworth

(1770-1850 / Cumberland / England)

William Wordsworth Quotes

  • ''No master spirit, no determined road;
    But equally a want of books and men!''
    William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. Great Men Have Been among Us (l. 13-14). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [William Wordsworth]. John O. Hayden, ed. (1977, repr. 1990) Penguin Books.
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  • ''And mighty poets in their misery dead.''
    William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. Resolution and Independence (l. 116). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [William Wordsworth]. John O. Hayden, ed. (1977, repr. 1990) Penguin Books.
  • ''Great men have been among us; hands that penn'd
    And tongues that utter'd wisdom—better none:''
    William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. Great Men Have Been among Us (l. 1-2). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [William Wordsworth]. John O. Hayden, ed. (1977, repr. 1990) Penguin Books.
  • ''The good old rule
    Sufficeth them, the simple plan,
    That they should take, who have the power,
    And they should keep who can.''
    William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. Rob Roy's Grave, st. 9, Poems in Two Volumes (1807).
  • ''The darkest pit
    Of the profoundest hell, chaos, night,
    Nor aught of blinder vacancy scooped out
    By help of dreams can breed such fear and awe
    As fall upon us often when we look
    Into our minds, into the mind of man.''
    William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. Home at Grasmere (written 1800), published as The Recluse (1888).
  • ''He told of the Magnolia, spread
    High as a cloud, high over head!
    The Cypress and her spire;
    MOf flowers that with one scarlet gleam
    Cover a hundred leagues, and seem
    To set the hills on fire.''
    William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. Ruth; or, The Influences of Nature (l. 61-66). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [William Wordsworth]. John O. Hayden, ed. (1977, repr. 1990) Penguin Books.
  • ''Is there not
    An art, a music, and a stream of words
    That shalt be life, the acknowledged voice of life?''
    William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. Home at Grasmere, l. 620-2 (written 1800, published as The Recluse 1888).
  • ''Among the Indians he had fought;
    And with him many tales he brought
    Of pleasure and of fear;
    Such tales as told to any Maid
    By such a Youth, in the green shade,
    Were perilous to hear.''
    William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. Ruth; or, The Influences of Nature (l. 43-48). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [William Wordsworth]. John O. Hayden, ed. (1977, repr. 1990) Penguin Books.
  • ''Happier of happy though I be, like them
    I cannot take possession of the sky,
    Mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there,
    One of a mighty multitude whose way
    And motion is a harmony and dance
    Magnificent.''
    William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. Home at Grasmere, l. 287-92 (written 1800, published as The Recluse 1888).
  • ''Milton, in his hand
    The thing became a trumpet;''
    William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. Scorn not the sonnet; critic, you have frowned. . . The Poems; Vol. 2 [William Wordsworth]. John O. Hayden, ed. (1977, repr. 1989) Penguin Books.

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I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud (Daffodils)

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

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:
I ...

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The Mother's Return

A MONTH, sweet Little-ones, is past
Since your dear Mother went away,---
And she tomorrow will return;
Tomorrow is the happy day.

O blessed tidings! thought of joy!
The eldest heard with steady glee;
Silent he stood; then laughed amain,---
And shouted, ' Mother, come to me!'

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