873 Quotes by William Wordsworth

We have within ourselvesEnough to fill the present day with joy,And overspread the future years with hope.

Behold her, single in the field,Yon solitary Highland lass!Reaping and singing by herself;Stop here, or gently pass!

Sweet Mercy! to the gates of heaven This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven; The rueful conflict, the heart riven With vain endeavour, And memory of Earth's bitter leaven Effaced forever.

Careless of books, yet having felt the power Of Nature, by the gentle agency Of natural objects, led me on to feel For passions that were not my own, and think (At random and imperfectly indeed) On man, the heart of man, and human life.

Therefore am I still a lover of the meadows and the woods, and mountains; and of all that we behold from this green earth.

The eye— it cannot choose but see; we cannot bid the ear be still; our bodies feel, where'er they be, against or with our will.

Type of the wise who soar but never roam;True to the kindred points of heaven and home.

Because the good old ruleSufficeth them, the simple plan,That they should take, who have the power,And they should keep who can.

Imagination, which in truth Is but another name for absolute power And clearest insight, amplitude of mind, And reason, in her most exalted mood.