873 Quotes by William Wordsworth

Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man?

Oh, be wise, Thou! Instructed that true knowledge leads to love.

Spires whose “silent finger points to heaven.”

A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer’s joy.

Truths that wake To perish never.

To be a Prodigal’s favourite,-then, worse truth, A Miser’s pensioner,-behold our lot!

Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower Near the lark’s nest, and in their natural hour Have passed away; less happy than the one That by the unwilling ploughshare died to prove The tender charm of poetry and love.

Bright flower! whose home is everywhere Bold in maternal nature’s care And all the long year through the heir Of joy or sorrow, Methinks that there abides in thee Some concord with humanity, Given to no other flower I see The forest through.

I wandered lonely as a cloud.