873 Quotes by William Wordsworth

The child is the father of the man.

Such views the youthful Bard allure,But, heedless of the following gloom,He deems their colours shall endure'Till peace go with him to the tomb.—And let him nurse his fond deceit,And what if he must die in sorrow!Who would not cherish dreams so sweet,Though grief and pain may come tomorrow?

For a multitude of causes, unknown to former times, are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor... To this tendency of life and manners the literature and theatrical exhibitions of the country have conformed themselves.

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark,And has the nature of infinity.

A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable.

Duty were our games.

Go to the poets, they will speak to theeMore perfectly of purer creatures--

Hence, in a season of calm weatherThough inland far we be,Our souls have sight of that immortal sea

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting...