873 Quotes by William Wordsworth

Live in the spirit of this creed; / Yet seek thy firm support, according to their need.

Every author, however modest, keeps a most outrageous vanity chained like a madman in the padded cell of his breast.

While from the purpling east departs / The star that led the dawn, / Blithe Flora from her couch upstarts, / For May is on the lawn.

My strict hand / Was made to cease on vice, and with a gripe / Squeeze out the humour of such spongy souls, / As lick up every idle vanity.

Cloud-piercing peak, and trackless heath, / Instinctive homage pay; / Nor wants the dim-lit cave a wreath / To honor thee, sweet May!

Serene will be our days and bright, / And happy will our nature be, / When love is an unerring light / And joy it's own security.

Sweet childish days, that were as long / As twenty days are now.

His voice shall chant, in accents clear, / Throughout the live-long day, / Till the first silver star appear, / The sovereignty of May.

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