William Wordsworth
William Wordsworth
William Wordsworthwas a major English Romantic poet who, with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, helped to launch the Romantic Age in English literature with their joint publication Lyrical Ballads...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth7 April 1770
blows deep flower hath heart human joys lie meanest palms race thanks thoughts
Another race hath been, and other palms are won./ Thanks to the human heart by which we live,/ Thanks to its tenderness, its joys and fears,/ To me the meanest flower that blows can give/ Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
beauty bright city fields glittering lie open silent temples unto wear
This city now doth, like a garment, wear the beauty of the morning; silent bare, ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie open unto the fields and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
forever itself mighty
Think you, 'mid all this mighty sum/ Of things forever speaking./ That nothing of itself will come,/ But we must still be seeking?
gentle mind silent stores tale
O Reader! had you in your mindSuch stores as silent thought can bring,O gentle Reader! you would findA tale in everything.
claimed gifts shall stray whoever
In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
birth deeper impulses
Impulses of deeper birth have come to him in solitude.
above choice measured ordinary word
Choice word and measured phrase, above the reachOf ordinary men; a stately speech.
bitterness
But hushed be every thought that springsFrom out the bitterness of things.
joy
I hear, I hear, with joy I hear!
behold gently singing single solitary
Behold her, single in the field,Yon solitary Highland lass!Reaping and singing by herself;Stop here, or gently pass!
good power simple
Because the good old ruleSufficeth them, the simple plan,That they should take, who have the power,And they should keep who can.
characters eternity great symbols types
Characters of the great Apocalypse,/ The types and symbols of Eternity,/ Of first, and last, and midst, and without end.
begin poet poets spirits youth
By our own spirits are we deified:We Poets in our youth begin in gladness;But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.
clouds glory lies trailing
But trailing clouds of glory do we come,From God, who is our home:Heaven lies about us in our infancy!