873 Quotes by William Wordsworth

Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.

And 'tis my faith, that every flowerEnjoys the air it breathes.

Spires whose "silent finger points to heaven."

Everything is tedious when one does not read with the feeling of the Author.

The child shall become father to the man.

And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the lawIn calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.

He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure; No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,- The past unsighed for, and the future sure.

Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares!- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays.

Stern Winter loves a dirge-like sound.