873 Quotes by William Wordsworth

Nor will I then thy modest grace forget, Chaste Snow-drop, venturous harbinger of Spring, And pensive monitor of fleeting years!

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

A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard... Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.

As generations come and go, Their arts, their customs, ebb and flow; Fate, fortune, sweep strong powers away, And feeble, of themselves, decay.

Rapt into still communion that transcends/ The imperfect offices of prayer and praise.

For youthful faults ripe virtues shall atone.

In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.

One solace yet remains for us who came Into this world in days when story lacked Severe research, that in our hearts we know How, for exciting youth's heroic flame, Assent is power, belief the soul of fact.

She was a phantom of delightWhen first she gleamed upon my sight.