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 Babylon, Learned and wise, hath perished utterly, Nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh That would lament her. William Wordsworth learning speech wise But hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity. William Wordsworth hearing music humanity Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made. William Wordsworth divinity divine may I, methought, while the sweet breath of heaven Was blowing on my body, felt within A correspondent breeze, that gently moved With quickening virtue, but is now become A tempest, a redundant energy, Vexing its own creation. William Wordsworth body sweet heaven Bright flower! whose home is everywhere Bold in maternal nature's care And all the long year through the heir Of joy or sorrow, Methinks that there abides in thee Some concord with humanity, Given to no other flower I see The forest through. William Wordsworth flower home years Either still I find Some imperfection in the chosen theme, Or see of absolute accomplishment Much wanting, so much wanting, in myself, That I recoil and droop, and seek repose In listlessness from vain perplexity, Unprofitably travelling towards the grave. William Wordsworth vain imperfection accomplishment And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy because We have been glad of yore. William Wordsworth glad faces joy His high endeavours are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright. William Wordsworth inward light path The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink I heard a voice it said Drink, pretty creature, drink' William Wordsworth voice stars fall And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. William Wordsworth heart men thinking And he is oft the wisest manWho is not wise at all. William Wordsworth wisest wise Ah, what a warning for a thoughtless man, Could field or grove, could any spot of earth, Show to his eye an image of the pangs Which it hath witnessed,-render back an echo Of the sad steps by which it hath been trod! William Wordsworth echoes eye men Not in Utopia, -- subterranean fields, --Or some secreted island, Heaven knows whereBut in the very world, which is the worldOf all of us, -- the place where in the endWe find our happiness, or not at all William Wordsworth islands heaven world Provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke. William Wordsworth inevitable yoke years Knowing that Nature never did betray the heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, through all the years of this our life, to lead from joy to joy. William Wordsworth nature knowing heart Let the moon shine on the in thy solitary walk; and let the misty mountain-winds be free to blow against thee. William Wordsworth nature moon blow Action is transitory, a step, a blow, William Wordsworth betrayal blow men As generations come and go, Their arts, their customs, ebb and flow; Fate, fortune, sweep strong powers away, And feeble, of themselves, decay. William Wordsworth fate strong art In heaven above, And earth below, they best can serve true gladness Who meet most feelingly the calls of sadness. William Wordsworth sadness sorrow heaven We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness. William Wordsworth youth madness poet
