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.
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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.
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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).
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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).
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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.
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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).
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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.
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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).
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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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