Q - William Wordsworth
Posted on 28th January 2021
William Wordsworth 1770 – 1850 was an English Romantic poet, who served as England’s Poet Laureate from 1843 until his death.
‘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’
‘The best portion of a good man’s life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love’
‘Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher’
‘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’
‘Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity’
‘Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them’
‘Nature never did betray, the heart that loved her’
‘A mind forever voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone’
‘Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar’
‘Fill your paper with the breathing of your heart’
‘The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly’
‘From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed’
‘The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells’
‘The music in my heart I bore, long after it was heard no more’
‘Poetry is the image of man and nature’
‘Wild is the music of autumnal winds, Amongst the faded woods’
‘The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket’
‘With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things’
‘Then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils’
‘Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood’
‘Every gift of noble origin is breathed upon by Hope’s perpetual breath’
‘But hushed be every thought that springs from out the bitterness of things’
‘My heart leaps up when I behold a rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; so it is now I am a man’
‘Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge; it is as immortal as the heart of man’
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