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
angel light perfect
A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light
light inward path
His high endeavours are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright.
grateful luxury self
There is a luxury in self-dispraise; And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast.
joy faces glad
And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy because We have been glad of yore.
hope men suffering
Yet tears to human suffering are due; And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.
drank felt secret seemed serious spirit
Yet sometimes, when the secret cupOf still and serious thought went round,It seemed as if he drank it up --He felt with spirit so profound.
gentle spirit
With gentle handTouch -- for there is a spirit in the woods.
awful call guidance thy weakness
To humbler functions, awful Power!I call thee: I myself commendUnto thy guidance from this hour;Oh, let my weakness have an end!
brought far immortal sight souls though
Though inland far we be,Our souls have sight of that immortal seaWhich brought us hither.
land lies ship
Where lies the land to which yon ship must go?
greater
We feel that we are greater than we know.
child earth grew lady nature shall sun three
Three years she grew in sun and shower,/ Then Nature said, 'A lovelier flower/ On earth was never sown;/ This child I to myself will take;/ She shall be mine, and I will make/ A Lady of my own.
charities duties feet primal scattered shine
The primal duties shine aloft, like stars;The charities that soothe, and heal, and blessAre scattered at the feet of Man, like flowers.
destiny evermore heart hope whether
Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and only there;With hope it is, hope that can never die,Effort and expectation, and desire,And something evermore about to be.