The child is father of the man. William Wordsworth More Quotes by William Wordsworth More Quotes From William Wordsworth But who would force the soul tilts with a straw Against a champion cased in adamant William Wordsworth tilt champion soul . . .this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 't is her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings. William Wordsworth nature prayer kindness I have seen William Wordsworth sea heart children But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!. William Wordsworth home clouds lying The softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth: Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes, She scans the future with the eye of gods. William Wordsworth flower eye dark The wealthiest man among us is the best William Wordsworth wealth men Nature's old felicities. William Wordsworth felicity nature Look for the stars, you'll say that there are none; / Look up a second time, and, one by one, / You mark them twinkling out with silvery light, / And wonder how they could elude the sight! William Wordsworth stars light sight Everything is tedious when one does not read with the feeling of the Author. William Wordsworth tedious doe feelings Death is the quiet haven of us all. William Wordsworth havens quiet death Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade Of that which once was great is passed away. William Wordsworth shade grieving men Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there, one of a mighty multitude whose way and motion is a harmony and dance magnificent. William Wordsworth wheels sky way Stern Winter loves a dirge-like sound. William Wordsworth sound winter love Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them. William Wordsworth wall artist art The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an angel's wing. William Wordsworth angel men life The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune. William Wordsworth flower sleep heart For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity. William Wordsworth environmental nature humanity A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable. William Wordsworth lakes feelings water Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows Like harmony in music; there is a dark Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles Discordant elements, makes them cling together In one society. William Wordsworth dust dark together We live by Admiration, Hope, and Love; William Wordsworth dignity and-love life
