William Wordsworth Quotes

It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration;
William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. It Is a Beauteous Evening (l. 1-3). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [William Wordsworth]. John O. Hayden, ed. (1977, repr. 1990) Penguin Books.
Or hast been summoned to the deep, Thou, thou and all thy mates, to keep An incommunicable sleep.
William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. The Affliction of Margaret (l. 54-56). . . English Romantic Poetry and Prose. Russell Noyes, ed. (1956) Oxford University Press.
Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year; And worshipp'st at the Temple's inner shrine, God being with thee when we know it not.
William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. It Is a Beauteous Evening (l. 12-14). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [William Wordsworth]. John O. Hayden, ed. (1977, repr. 1990) Penguin Books.
My apprehensions come in crowds; I dread the rustling of the grass; The very shadows of the clouds Have power to shake me as they pass:
William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. The Affliction of Margaret (l. 64-67). . . English Romantic Poetry and Prose. Russell Noyes, ed. (1956) Oxford University Press.
We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold Which Milton held.
William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. It Is Not to Be Thought Of (l. 11-13). . . English Romantic Poetry and Prose. Russell Noyes, ed. (1956) Oxford University Press.
Where art thou, my beloved Son, Where art thou, worse to me than dead?
William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. The Affliction of Margaret (l. 1-2). . . English Romantic Poetry and Prose. Russell Noyes, ed. (1956) Oxford University Press.
I travelled 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. I Travelled Among Unknown Men (written 1801, published in Poems in Two Volumes, 1807).
Not Chaos, not The darkest pit of lowest Erebus, 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. The Excursion, preface (ed. 1814).
Three years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, 'A lovelier flower On earth was never sown; This Child I to myself will take;
William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. IV. Three years she grew in sun and shower (l. 1-4). . ; from LUCY The Poems; Vol. 1 [William Wordsworth]. John O. Hayden, ed. (1977, repr. 1990) Penguin Books.
Mark the babe Not long accustomed to this breathing world; One that hath barely learned to shape a smile, Though yet irrational of soul, to grasp With tiny finger—to let fall a tear; And, as the heavy cloud of sleep dissolves, To stretch his limbs, bemocking, as might seem, The outward functions of intelligent man.
William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. The Excursion, bk. 5.