William Wordsworth

Cumberland / England
William Wordsworth
Cumberland / England

Quotes

11 November 2014
The child is father of the man.
11 November 2014
The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite: a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye.—
11 November 2014
the wiser mind Mourns less for what Age takes away, Than what it leaves behind.
11 November 2014
feelings too Of unremembered pleasure; such, perhaps, As may have had no trivial influence On that best portion of a good man's life; His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love.
11 November 2014
We wear a face of joy, because We have been glad of yore.
11 November 2014
The still, sad music of humanity,
11 November 2014
Too blest with any one to pair; Thyself thy own enjoyment.
11 November 2014
the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world,
11 November 2014
A day Spent in a round of strenuous idleness.
11 November 2014
For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity.

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