873 Quotes by William Wordsworth

Our meddlesome intellect misshapen the beauteous form of things.

We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold Which Milton held.

But who would force the soul tilts with a straw Against a champion cased in adamant.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar;.

I’ll teach my boy the sweetest things; I’ll teach him how the owlet sings.

We live by Admiration, Hope, and Love; And, even as these are well and wisely fixed, In dignity of being we ascend.

The heavy weight of many a weary day Not mine, and such as were not made for me.

Come, blessed barrier between day and day, Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!

The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an angel’s wing.