873 Quotes by William Wordsworth

The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an angel's wing.

Like an army defeated the snow hath retreated.

Continuous as the stars that shine/ And twinkle on the milky way.

Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain That has been, and may be again.

Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.

A simple child,That lightly draws its breath,And feels its life in every limb,What should it know of death?

Poetry has never brought me in enough money to buy shoestrings.

Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.

Where lies the land to which yon ship must go?