But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine. William Wordsworth More Quotes by William Wordsworth More Quotes From William Wordsworth poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledge William Wordsworth breaths poetry spirit Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive But to be young was very heaven. William Wordsworth alive dawn heaven 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. William Wordsworth ocean men life The thought of death sits easy on the man Who has been born and dies among the mountains. William Wordsworth mountain easy men Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, And lilies face the March-winds in full blow, And humbler growths as moved with one desire Put on, to welcome spring, their best attire, Poor Robin is yet flowerless; but how gay With his red stalks upon this sunny day! William Wordsworth gay blow spring Books! tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. William Wordsworth nature sweet book But to a higher mark than song can reach, William Wordsworth mark rose song Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; William Wordsworth mother men children Great God! I'd rather be a Pagan. William Wordsworth pagan Books are yours, Within whose silent chambers treasure lies Preserved from age to age; more precious far Than that accumulated store of gold And orient gems, which, for a day of need, The Sultan hides deep in ancestral tombs. These hoards of truth you can unlock at will. William Wordsworth age book lying The clouds that gather round the setting sun do take a sober colouring from an eye that hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, to me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. William Wordsworth flower heart lying A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death? William Wordsworth life death children Long as there's a sun that sets, Primroses will have their glory; Long as there are violets, They will have a place in story: There's a flower that shall be mine, 'Tis the little Celandine. William Wordsworth flower stories long In spite of difference of soil and climate, of language and manners, of laws and customs-in spite of things silently gone out of mind, and things violently destroyed, the Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society, as it is spread over the whole earth, and over all time. William Wordsworth passion differences law A soul so pitiably forlorn, If such do on this earth abide, May season apathy with scorn, May turn indifference to pride; And still be not unblest- compared With him who grovels, self-debarred From all that lies within the scope Of holy faith and christian hope; Or, shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost. William Wordsworth pride christian lying The very flowers are sacred to the poor. William Wordsworth sacred poor flower Our meddling intellect Misshapes the beauteous forms of things We murder to dissect William Wordsworth intellect murder form While all the future, for thy purer soul, William Wordsworth soul love-is life Every gift of noble origin Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath. William Wordsworth nobility breaths noble Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow! William Wordsworth lakes home sweet
