873 Quotes by William Wordsworth

Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, Let them live upon their praises.

My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.

The thought of our past years in me doth breed perpetual benedictions.

The sweetest thing that ever grew / Beside a human door!

We bow our heads before Thee, and we laud, And magnify thy name Almighty God! But man is thy most awful instrument, In working out a pure intent.

Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man?

Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf/ Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself.

Rapt into still communion that transcends The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him; it was blessedness and love!

But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for humankind, Is happy as a lover.