Everything is tedious when one does not read with the feeling of the Author. William Wordsworth More Quotes by William Wordsworth More Quotes From William Wordsworth The Poet, gentle creature as he is, Hath, like the Lover, his unruly times; His fits when he is neither sick nor well, Though no distress be near him but his own Unmanageable thoughts. William Wordsworth fitsicklovers Yet tears to human suffering are due; And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Are mourned by man, and not by man alone. William Wordsworth sufferinghopemen Oh, blank confusion! true epitome Of what the mighty City is herself, To thousands upon thousands of her sons, Living amid the same perpetual whirl Of trivial objects, melted and reduced To one identity. William Wordsworth confusioncitiesson A babe, by intercourse of touch I held mute dialogues with my Mother's heart. William Wordsworth babemotherheart In truth the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is. William Wordsworth doomprison Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground? William Wordsworth eyeskyheart Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows That for oblivion take their daily birth From all the fuming vanities of earth. William Wordsworth eveningvanityearth The streams with softest sound are flowing, The grass you almost hear it growing, You hear it now, if e'er you can. William Wordsworth growingnaturesound Oft on the dappled turf at ease I sit, and play with similes, Loose type of things through all degrees. William Wordsworth degreeseaseplay Yon foaming flood seems motionless as ice;Its dizzy turbulence eludes the eye,Frozen by distance. William Wordsworth distanceiceeye 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 ghostlooksway The silence that is in the starry sky, / The sleep that is among the lonely hills. William Wordsworth lonelyskysleep 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 daughterlightart True dignity abides with him alone Who, in the silent hour of inward thought, Can still suspect, and still revere himself, In lowliness of heart. William Wordsworth inwarddignityheart She seemed a thing that could not feel the touch of earthly years. William Wordsworth naturefeelsyears The monumental pomp of age Was with this goodly personage; A stature undepressed in size, Unbent, which rather seemed to rise In open victory o'er the weight Of seventy years, to loftier height. William Wordsworth victoryageyears Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm. William Wordsworth cloaksold-manmen A great poet ought to a certain degree to rectify men's feelings... to render their feelings more sane, pure and permanent, in short, more consonant to Nature. William Wordsworth degreesfeelingsmen Love betters what is best William Wordsworth And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food. William Wordsworth cookingtableshome
