873 Quotes by William Wordsworth

The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest – Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast.

Yet tears to human suffering are due; And mortal hopes defeated and o’erthrown Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.

The Man of Science seeks truth as a remote and unknown benefactor; he cherishes and love it in his solitude: the Poet, singing a song in which all human beings join with him, rejoices in the presence of truth as our visible friend and hourly companion.

Thou has left behind Powers that will work for thee,-air, earth, and skies! There ’s not a breathing of the common wind That will forget thee; thou hast great allies; Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and man’s unconquerable mind.

It gives, to think that our immortal being / No more shall need such garments; and yet man, / As long as he shall be the child of earth, / Might almost 'weep to have' what he may lose, / Nor be himself extinguished, but survive, / Abject, depressed, forlorn, disconsolate.

Wild is the music of autumnal winds the faded woods.

The wiser mind mourns less for what age takes away than what it leaves behind.

That best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love.

A timely utterance gave that thought relief, / And I again am strong.