Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge - it is as immortal as the heart of man. William Wordsworth More Quotes by William Wordsworth More Quotes From William Wordsworth Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present, to live better in the future. William Wordsworth futurelifepast That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love. William Wordsworth inspirationallovelife Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least. William Wordsworth mindwarworld How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart. William Wordsworth realpowerart Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be. William Wordsworth i-love-youmarriagebirthday And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner's eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple. William Wordsworth life-and-loveromantic-loveeye Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility. William Wordsworth powerfulpoetryfeelings I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. William Wordsworth lonelynaturespring The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly. William Wordsworth smellshyflower 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 eyebusinesslife Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, William Wordsworth flowerspringmen Nature never did betray the heart that loved her. William Wordsworth betrayalnaturelove The education of circumstances is superior to that of tuition. William Wordsworth experiencemotivationinspirational Open-mindedness is the harvest of a quiet eye. William Wordsworth harvesteyequiet By all means sometimes be alone; salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear; dare to look in thy chest; and tumble up and down what thou findest there. William Wordsworth soulmeanknowledge When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign is solitude. William Wordsworth tiredbusinessself Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. William Wordsworth beautifulbeautylife My heart leaps up when I behold William Wordsworth beautyfatherchildren Let Nature be your teacher William Wordsworth natureteacherscience Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils. William Wordsworth pleasuregardenheart
