- Stern daughter of the voice of God!
- O Duty! if that name thou love
- Who art a light to guide, a rod
- To check the erring and reprove.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, Ode to Duty
- I look for ghosts; but none will force
- Their way to me. 'Tis falsely said
- That there was ever intercourse
- Between the living and the dead.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, Affliction of Margaret
- Never did sun more beautifully steep
- In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
- 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!
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, Sept. 3, 1802
Wisdom is oftimes nearer when we stoop
Than when we soar.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, The Excursion
Society became my glittering bride,
And airy hopes my children.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, The Excursion
Our thoughts at least are ours.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, It Was an April Morning: Fresh and Clear
- There is a comfort in the strength of love;
- 'Twill make a thing endurable, which else
- Would overset the brain, or break the heart.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, Michael
- Private courts,
- Gloomy as coffins, and unsightly lanes
- Thrilled by some female vendor's scream, belike
- The very shrillest of all London cries,
- May then entangle our impatient steps;
- Conducted through those labyrinths, unawares,
- To privileged regions and inviolate,
- Where from their airy lodges studious lawyers
- Look out on waters, walks, and gardens green.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, The Prelude
Relaxation from business seems to be a necessity to our existence; to take an occasional holiday, therefore, is not only justifiable but highly commendable.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, attributed, Day's Collacon
The sky rejoices in the morning's birth.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, Resolution and Independence
- As high as we have mounted in delight
- In our dejection do we sink as low.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, Resolution and Independence
- Our haughty life is crowned with darkness,
- Like London with its own black wreath.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, "Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg"
- 'Tis not in battles that from youth we train
- The Governor who must be wise and good,
- And temper with the sternness of the brain
- Thoughts motherly, and meek as womanhood.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, I Grieved for Buonaparté
Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows
That for oblivion take their daily birth
From all the fuming vanities of earth.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, Sky-Prospect: from the Plain of France
Rapt into still communion that transcends
The imperfect offices of prayer and praise,
His mind was a thanksgiving to the power
That made him; it was blessedness and love!
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, The Excursion
These two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together: manly dependence and manly independence, manly reliance and manly self-reliance.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, William Wordsworth: A Biographical Sketch with Selections from His Writings in Poetry and Prose
Whose powers shed round him in the common strife,
Or mild concerns of ordinary life,
A constant influence, a peculiar grace.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, Character of the Happy Warrior
I have learned
To look on nature, not as in the hour
Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes
The still, sad music of humanity,
Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power
To chasten and subdue. And I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man;
A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls through all things.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, "Lines written a few miles above Tintern Abbey"
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