Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room; And hermits are contented with their cells. William Wordsworth More Quotes by William Wordsworth More Quotes From William Wordsworth Here must thou be, O man, Strength to thyself - no helper hast thou here - Here keepest thou thy individual state: No other can divide with thee this work, No secondary hand can intervene To fashion this ability. 'Tis thine, The prime and vital principle is thine In the recesses of thy nature, far From any reach of outward fellowship, Else 'tis not thine at all. William Wordsworth fashion men hands Turning, for them who pass, the common dust Of servile opportunity to gold. William Wordsworth dust gold opportunity Since thy return, through days and weeks William Wordsworth flower may years For youthful faults ripe virtues shall atone. William Wordsworth blame faults virtue Books are the best type of the influence of the past. William Wordsworth lovers book past Poetry is the outcome of emotions recollected in tranquility. William Wordsworth outcomes emotion poetry Monastic brotherhood, upon rock Aerial. William Wordsworth rocks brotherhood brother Sweet childish days, that were as long, As twenty days are now. William Wordsworth childhood sweet long There is One great society alone on earth: The noble living and the noble dead. William Wordsworth noble earth life My apprehension comes in crowds, I dread the rustling of the grass, The very shadows of the clouds, Have power to shake me as they pass, I question things and do not find, one that will answer to my mind, And all the world appears unkind. William Wordsworth anxiety fear clouds Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart. William Wordsworth heart sweet blood Ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance. William Wordsworth saws ballet flower The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart. William Wordsworth fever heart world All men feel a habitual gratitude, and something of an honorable bigotry, for the objects which have long continued to please them. William Wordsworth gratitude money men Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance. William Wordsworth sole romance sitting Those old credulities, to Nature dear, Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock Of history? William Wordsworth dear historical nature Brothers all In honour, as in one community, Scholars and gentlemen. William Wordsworth gentleman community brother Burn all the statutes and their shelves: They stir us up against our kind; And worse, against ourselves. William Wordsworth statutes shelves kind When his veering gait And every motion of his starry train Seem governed by a strain Of music, audible to him alone. William Wordsworth gait strain music To be a Prodigal's favourite,-then, worse truth, A Miser's pensioner,-behold our lot! William Wordsworth misers favourite truth
