873 Quotes by William Wordsworth

A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.

O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!

Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense.

To be a Prodigal's favourite,-then, worse truth, A Miser's pensioner,-behold our lot!

A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays And confident tomorrows.

Brothers all In honour, as in one community, Scholars and gentlemen.

Plain living and high thinking are no more:The homely beauty of the good old causeIs gone.

The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, An appetite; a feeling and a love that had no need of a remoter charm by thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.

I wandered lonely as a cloud / That floats on high o'er vales and hills, / When all at once I saw a crowd, / A host, of golden daffodils.