873 Quotes by William Wordsworth

One in whom persuasion and belief Had ripened into faith, and faith become A passionate intuition.

Father! – to God himself we cannot give a holier name.

A babe, by intercourse of touch I held mute dialogues with my Mother’s heart.

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 Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Sweet is the lore which nature brings, our meddeling interlect mis-shapes the beautious forms of things. we murder to dissect.

No motion has she now, no force; she neither hears nor sees; rolled around in earth’s diurnal course, with rocks, and stones, and trees.

My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man;.

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.

The childhood of today is the manhood of tomorrow.