873 Quotes by William Wordsworth

To the solid ground Of Nature trusts the mind which builds for aye.

Some sipping punch, some sipping tea,/ But, as you by their faces see,/ All silent and all damned!

Turning, for them who pass, the common dust Of servile opportunity to gold.

But to a higher mark than song can reach, Rose this pure eloquence.

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!

My days, my friend, are almost gone,My life has been approved,And many love me; but by noneAm I enough beloved.

Let Nature be your teacher

Elysian beauty, melancholy grace, Brought from a pensive though a happy place.

Worse than idle is compassion if it ends in tears and sighs.