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
yellow
A primrose by a river's brimA yellow primrose was to him,And it was nothing more.
beauty good high homely living plain thinking
Plain living and high thinking are no more:The homely beauty of the good old causeIs gone.
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.
future hands serve
Enough, if something from our hands have powerTo live, and act, and serve the future hour.
faces silent sipping
Some sipping punch, some sipping tea,/ But, as you by their faces see,/ All silent and all damned!
eyes stars twilight
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair. . . .
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!
belief faith passionate persuasion whom
One in whom persuasion and beliefHad ripened into faith, and faith becomeA passionate intuition.
earth four morning
Four years and thirty, told this very week,Have I been now a sojourner on earth,And yet the morning gladness is not goneWhich then was in my mind.
looks rough sings smooth solitary trips whistles
O'er rough and smooth she trips along,/ And never looks behind;/ And sings a solitary song/ That whistles in the wind.
brings happiness hour knowledge palpable sorrow
Many are our joysIn youth, but oh! what happiness to liveWhen every hour brings palpable accessOf knowledge, when all knowledge is delight,And sorrow is not there!
lonely
Often have I sighed to measureBy myself a lonely pleasure,Sighed to think, I read a bookOnly read, perhaps, by me.
among beyond bore england lands love nor thee till traveled unknown
I traveled among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea: Nor England! Did I know till then What love I bore to thee
generosity heaven high less lore rejects thou
Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore of nicely-calculated less or more.