I travelled among unknown men, William Wordsworth More Quotes by William Wordsworth More Quotes From William Wordsworth The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart. William Wordsworth eyesleepheart A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. William Wordsworth simplicitykissingsimple There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, William Wordsworth lightsightdream ...one interior life in which all beings live with God, themselves are God, existing in the mighty whole, indistinguishable as the cloudless east is from the cloudless west, when all the hemisphere is one cerulean blue. William Wordsworth eastgodblue Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives. William Wordsworth influence Where is it now, the glory and the dream? William Wordsworth glorydream How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land! William Wordsworth sunshinelandbrother That mighty orb of song, The divine Milton. William Wordsworth divinityorbssong The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration. William Wordsworth holytimequiet Alas! how little can a moment show Of an eye where feeling plays In ten thousand dewy rays: A face o'er which a thousand shadows go! William Wordsworth eyeplayfeelings A genial hearth, a hospitable board, and a refined rusticity. William Wordsworth boardscookingfood But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave. William Wordsworth timebirthdaylove One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can. William Wordsworth educationalnaturemen The eye— it cannot choose but see; we cannot bid the ear be still; our bodies feel, where'er they be, against or with our will. William Wordsworth bodyeyeears The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this. William Wordsworth perceptionmindbeauty The earth was all before me. With a heart Joyous, nor scared at its own liberty, I look about; and should the chosen guide Be nothing better than a wandering cloud, I cannot miss my way. William Wordsworth missingcloudsheart Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. William Wordsworth infancy-isafterlifesleep Delivered from the galling yoke of time. William Wordsworth yoketime Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things: We murder to dissect. William Wordsworth shapesnaturesweet I'll teach my boy the sweetest things; I'll teach him how the owlet sings. William Wordsworth my-boysteachboys
