873 Quotes by William Wordsworth

The memory of the just survives in Heaven.

A cheerful life is what the Muses love. A soaring spirit is their prime delight.

And through the heat of conflict keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.

Who is the happy Warrior? Who is heThat every man in arms should wish to be?

In common things that round us lieSome random truths he can impart, --The harvest of a quiet eyeThat broods and sleeps on his own heart.

Tis not in battles that from youth we train The Governor who must be wise and good, And temper with the sternness of the brain Thoughts motherly, and meek as womanhood.

He murmurs near the running brooks A music sweeter than their own.

Like an army defeated The snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill; The Ploughboy is whooping — anon — anon! There's joy in the mountains: There's life in the fountains; Small clouds are sailing, Blue sky prevailing; The rain is over and gone.

Impulses of deeper birth have come to him in solitude.