"Our meddling intellect Misshapes the beauteous forms of things We murder to dissect"
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William Wordsworth quotes (page 18 of 24)
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"O dearer far than light and life are dear."
"Pleasures newly found are sweet When they lie about our feet."
"Plain living and high thinking are no more. The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence, And pure religion breathing household laws."
"Stern daughter of the voice of God! O Duty! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring and reprove."
"Look at the fate of summer flowers, which blow at daybreak, droop ere even-song."
"Not in Utopia, -- subterranean fields, --Or some secreted island, Heaven knows whereBut in the very world, which is the worldOf all of us, -- the place where in the endWe find our happiness, or not at all"
"Mark the babe not long accustomed to this breathing world; One that hath barely learned to shape a smile, though yet irrational of soul, to grasp with tiny finger - to let fall a tear; And, as the heavy cloud of sleep dissolves, To stretch his limbs, becoming, as might seem. The outward functions of intelligent man."
"The child is father of the man: And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety."
"Knowledge and increase of enduring joy From the great Nature that exists in works Of mighty Poets."
"Alas! how little can a moment show Of an eye where feeling plays In ten thousand dewy rays: A face o'er which a thousand shadows go!"
"A genial hearth, a hospitable board, and a refined rusticity."
"Babylon, Learned and wise, hath perished utterly, Nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh That would lament her."
"A deep distress has humanised my soul."
"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."
"Oh, blank confusion! true epitome Of what the mighty City is herself, To thousands upon thousands of her sons, Living amid the same perpetual whirl Of trivial objects, melted and reduced To one identity."
"A great poet ought to a certain degree to rectify men's feelings... to render their feelings more sane, pure and permanent, in short, more consonant to Nature."
"Imagination, which in truth Is but another name for absolute power And clearest insight, amplitude of mind, And reason, in her most exalted mood."
"A babe, by intercourse of touch I held mute dialogues with my Mother's heart."
"For youthful faults ripe virtues shall atone."