873 Quotes by William Wordsworth

The best portion of a good man's life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love.

I cannot paint what then I was.

The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone

I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams, wherever nature led.

By our own spirits are we deified:We Poets in our youth begin in gladness;But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.

Written in Early Spring I heard a thousand blended notes While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What Man has made of Man.

Our meddling intellect Misshapes the beauteous forms of things We murder to dissect

That blessed mood in which the burthen of the mystery, in which the heavy and the weary weight of all this unintelligible world is lightened.

Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present, to live better in the future.