873 Quotes by William Wordsworth

Action is transitory, a step, a blow, The motion of a muscle, this way or that, 'Tis done--And in the after-vacancy, We wonder at ourselves, like men betrayed.

O Silence! are Man's noisy yearsNo more than moments of thy life?

What know we of the Blest above but that they sing, and that they love?

Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee! . . . . . . Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: So didst thou travel on life's common way In cheerful godliness.

But who would force the soul tilts with a straw Against a champion cased in adamant

The Primrose for a veil had spread The largest of her upright leaves; And thus for purposes benign, A simple flower deceives.

She gave me eyes, she gave me ears;And humble cares, and delicate fears;A heart, the fountain of sweet tears;And love and thought and joy.

Often have I sighed to measureBy myself a lonely pleasure,Sighed to think, I read a bookOnly read, perhaps, by me.

Often have I sighed to measure By myself a lonely pleasure,- Sighed to think I read a book, Only read, perhaps, by me.