873 Quotes by William Wordsworth

Ne’er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will; Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!

Up! up! my friend, and quit your books, Or surely you ’ll grow double! Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks! Why all this toil and trouble?

Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room; And hermits are contented with their cells.

Prompt to move but firm to wait – knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.

One solace yet remains for us who came Into this world in days when story lacked Severe research, that in our hearts we know How, for exciting youth’s heroic flame, Assent is power, belief the soul of fact.

A creature not too bright or good For human nature’s daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.

The wealthiest man among us is the best.

The first cuckoo’s melancholy cry.

Enough, if something from our hands have power To live, and act, and serve the future hour; And if, as toward the silent tomb we go, Through love, through hope, and faith’s transcendent dower, We feel that we are greater than we know.