873 Quotes by William Wordsworth

The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me,-her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears.

A day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.

'Tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes!

O'er rough and smooth she trips along,/ And never looks behind;/ And sings a solitary song/ That whistles in the wind.

The mysteries that cups of flowers infold And all the gorgeous sights which fairies do behold.

And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner's eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple.

One that would peep and botanize Upon his mother's grave.

Oh for a single hour of that Dundee Who on that day the word of onset gave!

A day it was when I could bearTo think, and think, and think again;With so much happiness to spare,I could not feel a pain.