Oft in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life. William Wordsworth More Quotes by William Wordsworth More Quotes From William Wordsworth A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light William Wordsworth angel light perfect Not without hope we suffer and we mourn. William Wordsworth without-hope suffering war A Briton even in love should be A subject, not a slave! William Wordsworth slave should love Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness. William Wordsworth golf retirement sports Father! - to God himself we cannot give a holier name. William Wordsworth father-son fathers-day dad Come, blessed barrier between day and day, William Wordsworth blessed mother sleep And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love. William Wordsworth worthy seems love Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind--But how could I forget thee? William Wordsworth faithful remembrance mind One solace yet remains for us who came Into this world in days when story lacked Severe research, that in our hearts we know How, for exciting youth's heroic flame, Assent is power, belief the soul of fact. William Wordsworth flames soul heart Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge - it is as immortal as the heart of man. William Wordsworth lasts heart men On a fair prospect some have looked, And felt, as I have heard them say, As if the moving time had been A thing as steadfast as the scene On which they gazed themselves away. William Wordsworth scene time moving Hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue. William Wordsworth sad-music hearing humanity The gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul. William Wordsworth depth soul approval It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the sea: Listen! the mighty being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thundereverlastingly. William Wordsworth sea time heaven Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged. William Wordsworth insult The child shall become father to the man. William Wordsworth men father children Like an army defeated William Wordsworth army rain clouds The Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society. William Wordsworth empires passion together Far from the world I walk, and from all care. William Wordsworth care life world Rapt into still communion that transcends The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him; it was blessedness and love! William Wordsworth office prayer mind
