873 Quotes by William Wordsworth

Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more.

And what if thou, sweet May, hast known Mishap by worm and blight; If expectations newly blown Have perished in thy sight; If loves and joys, while up they sprung, Were caught as in a snare; Such is the lot of all the young, However bright and fair.

Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns.

This City now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.

What is pride? A whizzing rocket that would emulate a star.

The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

The good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket

Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!

O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice?