William Wordsworth Quotes

One great society alone on earth: the noble living and the noble dead.

My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man: So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die!

For all good poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: and though this be true, poems to which any value can be attached were never produced on any variety of subjects but by a man who, being possessed of more than usual organic sensibly, had also thought long and deeply. I have said that […]

What is a poet? To whom does he address himself? And what language is expected of him? – He is a man speaking to men: a man, it is true, endowed with more lively sensibility, more enthusiasm and tenderness, who has greater knowledge of human knowledge of human nature, and a more comprehensive soul, than […]

Poetry is most just to its divine origin, when it administers the comforts and breathes the thoughts of religion.

Great God! I’d rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.

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! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are […]

Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher.

I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.