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William Wordsworth Quotes: 16

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.
The best portion of a good man's life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love.
Lyrical Ballads
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.
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.
Though nothing can bring back the hourOf splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;We will grieve not, rather findStrength in what remains behind;In the primal sympathyWhich having been must ever be...
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.
Lyrical Ballads
Nature never did betrayThe heart that loved her.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,Hath had elsewhere its setting,And cometh from afar:Not in entire forgetfulness,And not in utter nakedness,But trailing clouds of glory do we come
Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,Are a substantial world, both pure and good:Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood,Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
My heart leaps up when I beholdA rainbow in the sky:So was it when my life began;So is it now I am a man;
When from our better selves we have too longBeen parted by the hurrying world, and droop,Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired,How gracious, how benign, is Solitude
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.
Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey
Habit rules the unreflecting herd.
The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest— Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast.