873 Quotes by William Wordsworth

Laying out grounds may be considered a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting.

Those old credulities, to Nature dear, Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock Of history?

We bow our heads before Thee, and we laudAnd magnify thy name, Almighty God!

The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs.

Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.

A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light

And yet not choice but habit rules the unreflecting herd.

A primrose by the river's brim A yellow rose was to him. And it was nothing more

Every great and original writer, in proportion as he is great and original, must himself create the taste by which he is to be relished.