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William Wordsworth
English
Poet
About the author
Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
#Day
#Golf
#Idleness
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.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
#Life
#Will
#Past
#Present
#Future
#Profit
That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
#Life
#Love
#Man
#Kindness
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
#Nature
#Suffering
#Infinity
Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
#Thinking
#Living
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
#Poetry
#Emotion
#Tranquility
Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
#Clouds
#Glory
#Sleep
#Forgetfulness
One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
#May
#Man
#Evil
#Wood
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
#Heart
#Nature
The child is father of the man.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
#Man
#Father
In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
#Man
#Business
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.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
#Heart
#Music
How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
#Freedom
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
#Waste
Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
#Hope
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.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
#World
#Nature
#Waste
With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
#Life
#Eye
#Harmony
#Power
#Deep
#Quiet
#Joy
Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
#Wisdom
When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign in solitude.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
#World
#Business
#Solitude
What we need is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
#Will
What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
#Stars
#Pride
That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
#Now
#Will
#Nothing
#Strength
#Sight
#Glory
To begin, begin.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
#Life
#Love
#Man
#Kindness
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
#Now
The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
#Ocean
The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
#Age
#Mind
The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
#Dignity
#Mind
#Beauty
#Perception
#Excitement
The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
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.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
#Youth
#Nature
#Humanity
#Music
#Hearing
To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
#Deep
#Lie
#Thoughts
#Tears
Faith is a passionate intuition.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
#Faith
#Intuition
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
#Light
#Nature
But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
#Old
#Night
#Age
#Grave
A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
#Acting
#Now
#State
#Mind
#Force
#Causes
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
William Wordsworth,
English
Poet
#Heart