873 Quotes by William Wordsworth

Perhaps the plaintive numbers flowFor old, unhappy, far-off things,And battles long ago.

What are fears but voices airy? Whispering harm where harm is not. And deluding the unwary Till the fatal bolt is shot!

Wisdom and Spirit of the universe! Thou soul, that art the eternity of thought, And giv'st to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion.

Soft is the music that would charm for ever;The flower of sweetest smell is shy and lowly.

Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood.

In heaven above, And earth below, they best can serve true gladness Who meet most feelingly the calls of sadness.

Miss not the occasion; by the forelock take that subtle power, the never-halting time.

The best of what we do and are, Just God, forgive!

Science appears but what in truth she is,/ Not as our glory and our absolute boast,/ But as a succedaneum, and a prop/ To our infirmity.