873 Quotes by William Wordsworth

We must be free or die who speak the tongue That Shakespeare spake, the faith and morals hold Which Milton held

How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.

The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky!

The moving accident is not my trade; To freeze the blood I have no ready arts: 'Tis my delight, alone in summer shade, To pipe a simple song for thinking hearts.

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.

And often, glad no more,We wear a face of joy becauseWe have been glad of yore.

Two Voices are there; one is of the sea,One of the mountains; each a mighty Voice.

Free as a bird to settle where I will.

My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.