Nor less I deem that there are Powers William Wordsworth More Quotes by William Wordsworth More Quotes From William Wordsworth The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky! William Wordsworth skyblueheart At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day. William Wordsworth lightcommonmen Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream. William Wordsworth halfforgottendream Scorn not the sonnet. Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart. William Wordsworth keysjusticeheart Sad fancies do we then affect, In luxury of disrespect To our own prodigal excess Of too familiar happiness. William Wordsworth luxurydisrespecthappiness Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. William Wordsworth flutteringdancingflower Truths that wake William Wordsworth divine Those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, William Wordsworth worldfallmoving Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things. William Wordsworth eyelifeblood The vision and the faculty divine; Yet wanting the accomplishment of verse. William Wordsworth divinityvisionaccomplishment Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares!- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays. William Wordsworth truthblessinglove No motion has she now, no force; she neither hears nor sees; rolled around in earth's diurnal course, with rocks, and stones, and trees. William Wordsworth rockstreedeath Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity. William Wordsworth great-inspirationalemotionpoetry-is Serene will be our days, and bright and happy will our nature be, when love is an unerring light, and joy its own security. William Wordsworth lightupliftinglove-is The primal duties shine aloft, like stars; William Wordsworth starsflowermen Elysian beauty, melancholy grace, Brought from a pensive though a happy place. William Wordsworth melancholygracebeauty The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face. William Wordsworth secret-placesstarsbeauty Miss not the occasion; by the forelock take that subtle power, the never-halting time. William Wordsworth subtlemissingopportunity What know we of the Blest above but that they sing, and that they love? William Wordsworth knowslove Often have I sighed to measure By myself a lonely pleasure,- Sighed to think I read a book, Only read, perhaps, by me. William Wordsworth lonelylonelinessbook
