I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. William Wordsworth More Quotes by William Wordsworth More Quotes From William Wordsworth Pleasures newly found are sweet When they lie about our feet. William Wordsworth feet sweet lying O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive! William Wordsworth embers joy remember Choice word and measured phrase above the reach Of ordinary men. William Wordsworth choices ordinary men And oft I thought (my fancy was-so strong) That I, at last, a resting-place had found: 'Here: will I dwell,' said I,' my whole life long, Roaming the illimitable waters round; Here will I live, of all but heaven disowned. And end my days upon the peaceful flood - To break my dream the vessel reached its bound; And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food. William Wordsworth strong dream home With little here to do or see Of things that in the great world be, Sweet Daisy! oft I talk to thee For thou art worthy, Thou unassuming commonplace Of Nature, with that homely face, And yet with something of a grace Which love makes for thee! William Wordsworth grace sweet art On Man, on Nature, and on Human Life, Musing in solitude, I oft perceive Fair trains of images before me rise, Accompanied by feelings of delight Pure, or with no unpleasing sadness mixed. William Wordsworth sadness solitude men Enough, if something from our hands have power To live, and act, and serve the future hour; And if, as toward the silent tomb we go, Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, We feel that we are greater than we know. William Wordsworth silent hours hands Primroses, the Spring may love them; Summer knows but little of them. William Wordsworth summer may spring Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. William Wordsworth flower faith sweet One of those heavenly days that cannot die. William Wordsworth heavenly dies death Of friends, however humble, scorn not one. William Wordsworth scorn friends humble For all things are less dreadful than they seem. William Wordsworth perspective all-things seems The memory of the just survives in Heaven. William Wordsworth memories heaven And through the heat of conflict keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw. William Wordsworth heat conflict law That to this mountain-daisy's self were known The beauty of its star-shaped shadow, thrown On the smooth surface of this naked stone! William Wordsworth shadow stars self Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, Let them live upon their praises. William Wordsworth daisies lilies praise Stop thinking for once in your life! William Wordsworth thinking Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfold The likeness of whate'er on land is seen. William Wordsworth ocean land sea Wisdom and Spirit of the universe! Thou soul, that art the eternity of thought, And giv'st to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion. William Wordsworth soul spirit art The Primrose for a veil had spread The largest of her upright leaves; And thus for purposes benign, A simple flower deceives. William Wordsworth flower purpose simple
