873 Quotes by William Wordsworth

It is the 1st mild day of March. Each minute sweeter than before... there is a blessing in the air.

For by superior energies; more strict affiance in each other; faith more firm in their unhallowed principles, the bad have fairly earned a victory over the weak, the vacillating, inconsistent good.

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.

And much it grieved my heart to thinkWhat Man has made of Man.

poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledge

Without Thee what is all the morning's wealth?Come, blessed barrier between day and day,Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!

Hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue.

A lawyer art thou? Draw not nigh! Go, carry to some fitter place The keenness of that practised eye, The hardness of that sallow face.

And so the grandeur of the Forest-treeComes not by casting in a formal mould,But from its own divine vitality.