Death is the quiet haven of us all. William Wordsworth More Quotes by William Wordsworth More Quotes From William Wordsworth Memories... images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed. William Wordsworth headstone memories death The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, An appetite; a feeling and a love that had no need of a remoter charm by thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye. William Wordsworth passion eye love From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed. William Wordsworth haunting forgiveness body What is a Poet? He is a man speaking to men: a man, it is true, endued with more lively sensibility, more enthusiasm and tenderness, who has a greater knowledge of human nature, and a more comprehensive soul, than are supposed to be common among mankind; a man pleased with his own passions and volitions, and who rejoices more than other men in the spirit of life that is in him; delighting to contemplate similar volitions and passions as manifested in the goings-on of the universe, and habitually impelled to create them where he does not find them. William Wordsworth passion soul men Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy. William Wordsworth time boys lying Prompt to move but firm to wait - knowing things rashly sought are rarely found. William Wordsworth knowing waiting moving She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; And humble cares, and delicate fears; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears; And love and thought and joy. William Wordsworth humble heart sweet There is a luxury in self-dispraise; And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast. William Wordsworth luxury grateful self His love was like the liberal air, embracing all, to cheer and bless. William Wordsworth cheer air love A brotherhood of venerable trees. William Wordsworth brotherhood brother tree Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice; The confidence of reason give, And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live! William Wordsworth sacrifice light wise One in whom persuasion and belief William Wordsworth intuition passionate belief in the mind of man, William Wordsworth thoughtful men thinking Not Chaos, not the darkest pit of lowest Erebus, nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out by help of dreams - can breed such fear and awe as fall upon us often when we look into our Minds, into the Mind of Man. William Wordsworth dream men fall Up! up! my friend, and quit your books, Or surely you 'll grow double! Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks! Why all this toil and trouble? William Wordsworth toil friendship book Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers. William Wordsworth getting-high waste power Every great and original writer, in proportion as he is great and original, must himself create the taste by which he is to be relished. William Wordsworth taste artist writing I should dread to disfigure the beautiful ideal of the memories of illustrious persons with incongruous features, and to sully the imaginative purity of classical works with gross and trivial recollections. William Wordsworth purity beautiful memories She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight, A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair, Like twilights too her dusky hair, But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn. William Wordsworth stars twilight time Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore of nicely-caluculated less or more. William Wordsworth generosity giving heaven
