Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar. William Wordsworth More Quotes by William Wordsworth More Quotes From William Wordsworth At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day. William Wordsworth light common men Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream. William Wordsworth half forgotten dream Scorn not the sonnet. Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart. William Wordsworth keys justice heart Sad fancies do we then affect, In luxury of disrespect To our own prodigal excess Of too familiar happiness. William Wordsworth luxury disrespect happiness Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. William Wordsworth fluttering dancing flower Truths that wake William Wordsworth divine Those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, William Wordsworth world fall moving Nor less I deem that there are Powers William Wordsworth divine wise mind 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 eye life blood The vision and the faculty divine; Yet wanting the accomplishment of verse. William Wordsworth divinity vision accomplishment 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 truth blessing love 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 rocks tree death Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity. William Wordsworth great-inspirational emotion poetry-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 light uplifting love-is The primal duties shine aloft, like stars; William Wordsworth stars flower men Elysian beauty, melancholy grace, Brought from a pensive though a happy place. William Wordsworth melancholy grace beauty 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-places stars beauty Miss not the occasion; by the forelock take that subtle power, the never-halting time. William Wordsworth subtle missing opportunity What know we of the Blest above but that they sing, and that they love? William Wordsworth knows love 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 lonely loneliness book
