William Wordsworth

(1770-1850 / Cumberland / England)

William Wordsworth Quotes

  • ''Strange fits of passion have I known:''
    William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. I. Strange fits of passion have I known (l. 12-14). . . From LUCY The Poems; Vol. 1 [William Wordsworth]. John O. Hayden, ed. (1977, repr. 1990) Penguin Books.
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  • ''Scorn not the sonnet; critic, you have frowned,
    Mindless of its just honors; with this key
    Shakespeare unlocked his heart;''
    William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. Scorn not the sonnet; critic, you have frowned (l. 1-3). . . The Poems; Vol. 2 [William Wordsworth]. John O. Hayden, ed. (1977, repr. 1989) Penguin Books.
  • ''What fond and wayward thoughts will slide
    Into a Lover's head!
    'O mercy!' to myself I cried,
    'If Lucy should be dead!'''
    William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. I. Strange fits of passion have I known (l. 25-28). . ; from LUCY The Poems; Vol. 1 [William Wordsworth]. John O. Hayden, ed. (1977, repr. 1990) Penguin Books.
  • ''She was a phantom of delight
    When first she gleamed upon my sight;
    A lovely apparition, sent
    To be a moment's ornament;''
    William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. She Was a Phantom of Delight (l. 1-4). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [William Wordsworth]. John O. Hayden, ed. (1977, repr. 1990) Penguin Books.
  • ''A violet by a mossy stone
    Half hidden from the eye!
    Fair as a star, when only one
    Is shining in the sky.''
    William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. II. She dwelt among the untrodden ways (l. 25-28). . ; from LUCY The Poems; Vol. 1 [William Wordsworth]. John O. Hayden, ed. (1977, repr. 1990) Penguin Books.
  • ''A perfect Woman, nobly planned,
    To warn, to comfort, and command;
    And yet a Spirit still, and bright
    With something of angelic light.''
    William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. She Was a Phantom of Delight (l. 27-30). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [William Wordsworth]. John O. Hayden, ed. (1977, repr. 1990) Penguin Books.
  • ''She lived unknown, and few could know
    When Lucy ceased to be;
    But she is in her grave, and oh,
    The difference to me!''
    William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. II. She dwelt among the untrodden ways (l. 5-12). . ; from LUCY The Poems; Vol. 1 [William Wordsworth]. John O. Hayden, ed. (1977, repr. 1990) Penguin Books.
  • ''A creature not too bright or good
    For human nature's daily food;
    For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
    Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.''
    William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. She Was a Phantom of Delight (l. 17-20). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [William Wordsworth]. John O. Hayden, ed. (1977, repr. 1990) Penguin Books.
  • ''I traveled among unknown men,
    In lands beyond the sea;
    Nor, England! did I know till then
    What love I bore to thee.''
    William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. III. I traveled among unknown men (l. 1-4). . ; from LUCY The Poems; Vol. 1 [William Wordsworth]. John O. Hayden, ed. (1977, repr. 1990) Penguin Books.
  • ''—I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds
    With coldness still returning;
    Alas! the gratitude of men
    Hath oftener left me mourning.''
    William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. Simon Lee (l. 93-96). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [William Wordsworth]. John O. Hayden, ed. (1977, repr. 1990) 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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A Complaint

There is a change--and I am poor;
Your love hath been, nor long ago,
A fountain at my fond heart's door,
Whose only business was to flow;
And flow it did; not taking heed
Of its own bounty, or my need.

What happy moments did I count!
Blest was I then all bliss above!

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