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
bliss couch dances flash heart inward pleasure vacant
For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.
calmness conflict heat keeps sees
And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the lawIn calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.
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.
elude mark second wonder
Look for the stars, you'll say that there are none;Look up a second time, and, one by one,You mark them twinkling out with silvery light,And wonder how they could elude the sight!
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.
elude mark second wonder
Look for the stars, you'll say that there are none; Look up a second time, and, one by one, You mark them twinkling out with silvery light, And wonder how they could elude the sight!
dim words
The intellectual power, through words and things,Went sounding on a dim and perilous way!
delicate eyes fountain gave humble love sweet
She gave me eyes, she gave me ears;And humble cares, and delicate fears;A heart, the fountain of sweet tears;And love and thought and joy.
casting divine formal grandeur
And so the grandeur of the Forest-treeComes not by casting in a formal mould,But from its own divine vitality.
dearest heart hundredth lore seldom teach thee
O dearest, dearest boy! my heartFor better lore would seldom yearn,Could I but teach the hundredth partOf what from thee I learn.
brains dim modes unknown
My brainWorked with a dim and undetermined senseOf unknown modes of being.
contented fret hermits narrow
Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room;And hermits are contented with their cells.
earthly hears human motion neither nor round seemed slumber spirit touch
A slumber did my spirit seal;/ I had no human fears:/ She seemed a thing that could not feel/ The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force;/ She neither hears nor sees;/ Rolled round in earth's diurnal course. . .
rock sand sun
Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf/ Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself.