873 Quotes by William Wordsworth

We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.

Visionary power/ Attends the motions of the viewless winds,/ Embodied in the mystery of words.

But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.

Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed Their snow-white blossoms on my head, With brightest sunshine round me spread Of spring's unclouded weather, In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard-seat! And birds and flowers once more to greet, My last year's friends together.

The wind, a sightless laborer, whistles at his task.

Up! up! my friend, and quit your books, Or surely you 'll grow double! Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks! Why all this toil and trouble?

We live by admiration, hope and love; and even as these are well and wisely fixed, in dignity of being we ascend

Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were trouble to my dreams.

Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.