873 Quotes by William Wordsworth

Faith is a passionate intuition.

Like thoughts whose very sweetness yielded proof that they were born for immortality.

Even thus last night, and two nights more I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep, by any stealth: So do not let me wear to-night away. Without thee what is all the morning's wealth? Come, blessed barrier between day and day, Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!

What are fears but voices airy? Whispering harm where harm is not. And deluding the unwary Till the fatal bolt is shot!

Wild is the music of autumnal winds Amongst the faded woods.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.

Death is the quiet haven of us all.

Truth takes no account of centuries.

Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.