873 Quotes by William Wordsworth

His high endeavors are an inward lightThat makes the path before him always bright.

Beside the lake, beneath the trees, fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

One daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.

With tranquil restoration:--feelings too / Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, / As have no slight or trivial influence / On that best portion of a good man's life, / His little, nameless, unremembered, acts / Of kindness and of love.

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

A violet by a mossy stone half hidden from the eye; Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.

Nor will I then thy modest grace forget, Chaste Snowdrop, venturous harbinger of Spring, And pensive monitor of fleeting years!

I traveled among unknown men, / In lands beyond the sea; / Nor, England! did I know till then / What love I bore to thee.

And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, / And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.