873 Quotes by William Wordsworth

As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.

Nature's old felicities.

The mightiest lever known to the moral world, imagination.

Two voices are there: one is of the deep; It learns the storm-cloud's thunderous melody, Now roars, now murmurs with the changing sea, Now bird-like pipes, now closes soft in sleep: And one is of an old half-witted sheep Which bleats articulate monotony, And indicates that two and one are three, That grass is green, lakes damp, and mountains steep And, Wordsworth, both are thine.

Who, doomed to go in company with Pain And Fear and Bloodshed,-miserable train!- Turns his necessity to glorious gain.

Look for the stars, you'll say that there are none; Look up a second time, and, one by one, You mark them twinkling out with silvery light, And wonder how they could elude the sight!

The Eagle, he was lord above

Minds that have nothing to confer Find little to perceive.

Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, Nor thought of tender happiness betray.