William Wordsworth

Cumberland / England
William Wordsworth
Cumberland / England

Quotes

11 November 2014
Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own;
11 November 2014
No fountain from its rocky cave E'er tripped with foot so free; She seemed as happy as a wave That dances on the sea.
11 November 2014
As if his whole vocation Were endless imitation.
11 November 2014
Is there not An art, a music, and a stream of words That shalt be life, the acknowledged voice of life?
11 November 2014
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.
11 November 2014
What fond and wayward thoughts will slide Into a Lover's head! 'O mercy!' to myself I cried, 'If Lucy should be dead!'
11 November 2014
She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament;
11 November 2014
something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
11 November 2014
Where the statue stood Of Newton with his prism and silent face, The marble index of a mind for ever Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone.
11 November 2014
A work which is not here: a covenant 'Twill be between us; but, whatever fate Befal thee, I shall love thee to the last, And bear thy memory with me to the grave."

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