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 To character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together... humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self. William Wordsworth humble character two As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low. William Wordsworth delight change lows Wisdom married to immortal verse. William Wordsworth immortal married wisdom We live by admiration, hope and love. William Wordsworth hope appreciation love 'Tis my faith that every flower William Wordsworth nature flower air I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous boy, The sleepless soul that perished in his pride; Of him who walked in glory and in joy, Following his plough, along the mountain-side. By our own spirits we are deified; We Poets in our youth begin in gladness, But thereof come in the end despondency and madness. William Wordsworth pride joy boys Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood. William Wordsworth childhood liberty simple A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer's joy. William Wordsworth robins joy men But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation. William Wordsworth rivals light imagination The sightless Milton, with his hair Around his placid temples curled; And Shakespeare at his side,-a freight, If clay could think and mind were weight, For him who bore the world! William Wordsworth boredom hair thinking We have no knowledge, that is, no general principles drawn from the contemplation of particular facts, but what has been built up by pleasure, and exists in us by pleasure alone. The Man of Science, the Chemist and Mathematician, whatever difficulties and disgusts they may have had to struggle with, know and feel this. However painful may be the objects with which the Anatomist's knowledge is connected, he feels that his knowledge is pleasure; and where he has no pleasure he has no knowledge. William Wordsworth pain struggle knowledge But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine. William Wordsworth innocent divine grace one daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is William Wordsworth daffodil pleasure nature Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, William Wordsworth transcendence greatness faith That blessed mood in which the burthen of the mystery, in which the heavy and the weary weight of all this unintelligible world is lightened. William Wordsworth light blessed world By happy chance we saw A twofold image: on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Another and the same! William Wordsworth rams white snow Careless of books, yet having felt the power William Wordsworth passion nature book Laying out grounds... may be considered as a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting.... it is to assist Nature in moving the affections... the affections of those who have the deepest perception of the beauty of Nature. William Wordsworth perception art moving A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone. William Wordsworth sea mind forever But who would force the soul tilts with a straw Against a champion cased in adamant William Wordsworth tilt champion soul
