873 Quotes by William Wordsworth

To every natural form, rock, fruits, or flower,Even the loose stones that cover the highway,I gave a moral life.

Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream.

Think you, 'mid all this mighty sum/ Of things forever speaking./ That nothing of itself will come,/ But we must still be seeking?

There is a luxury in self-dispraise; And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast.

A power is passing from the earth.

The streams with softest sound are flowing, The grass you almost hear it growing, You hear it now, if e'er you can.

Wisdom married to immortal verse.

A man of hope and forward-looking mind/ Even to the last!

To every Form of being is assigned,"Thus calmly spoke the venerable Sage,"An active Principle.