873 Quotes by William Wordsworth

When men change swords for ledgers, and desert The student's bower for gold, some fears unnamed I had, my Country--am I to be blamed?

Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.

O Reader! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought can bring, O gentle Reader! you would find A tale in everything.

Whither is fled the visionary gleam?Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

But hushed be every thought that springsFrom out the bitterness of things.

Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will; Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!

In that sweet mood when pleasure loves to pay Tribute to ease; and, of its joy secure, The heart luxuriates with indifferent things, Wasting its kindliness on stocks and stones, And on the vacant air.

All men feel a habitual gratitude, and something of an honorable bigotry, for the objects which have long continued to please them.

Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep/ Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind.