"And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food."
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William Wordsworth quotes (page 16 of 24)
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"Often have I sighed to measure By myself a lonely pleasure,- Sighed to think I read a book, Only read, perhaps, by me."
"We bow our heads before Thee, and we laud, And magnify thy name Almighty God! But man is thy most awful instrument, In working out a pure intent."
"But to a higher mark than song can reach, Rose this pure eloquence."
"The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose."
"From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed."
"Love betters what is best"
"Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge - it is as immortal as the heart of man."
"In truth the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is."
"Write to me frequently & the longest letters possible; never mind whether you have facts or no to communicate; fill your paper with the breathings of your heart."
"He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure; No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,- The past unsighed for, and the future sure."
"Serene will be our days, and bright and happy will our nature be, when love is an unerring light, and joy its own security."
"The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, An appetite; a feeling and a love that had no need of a remoter charm by thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye."
"O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!"
"In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard seat And birds and flowers once more to greet. . . ."
"One in whom persuasion and belief Had ripened into faith, and faith become A passionate intuition."
"I should dread to disfigure the beautiful ideal of the memories of illustrious persons with incongruous features, and to sully the imaginative purity of classical works with gross and trivial recollections."
""What is good for a bootless bene?" With these dark words begins my tale; And their meaning is, Whence can comfort spring When prayer is of no avail?"
"Recognizes ever and anon The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul."
"Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be? It is the generous spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought: Whose high endeavors are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright: Who, with a natural instinct to discern What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn; And in himself posses his own desire"