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
golf round spent
A day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.
difference grave
but(for) she is in her grave - and, oh, the difference to me
continuous stars twinkle
Continuous as the stars that shine/ And twinkle on the milky way.
bliss dawn
Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,But to be young was very heaven!
bliss couch dances eye flash heart inward lie pleasure vacant
For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
behold heart leaps rainbow
My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky.
apt autumn life morning solemn summer tale taught within
There's not a nook within this solemn pass/ But were an apt confessional for one/ Taught by his summer spent, his autumn gone,/ That life is but a tale of morning grass/ Withered at eve.
food homeless homes near tables thousand
And homeless near a thousand homes I stood,And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.
beside grew human sweetest
The sweetest thing that ever grew / Beside a human door!
bow custom growing life light moves potent substitute universe vulgar weight
The tendency, too potent in itself,Of use and custom to bow down the soulUnder a growing weight of vulgar sense,And substitute a universe of deathFor that which moves with light and life informed,Actual, divine, and true.
cloud floats golden high lonely saw wandered
I wandered lonely as a cloud / That floats on high o'er vales and hills, / When all at once I saw a crowd, / A host, of golden daffodils.
books-and-reading both flesh happiness pastime pure strong
Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,Are a substantial world, both pure and good:Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood,Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
grieve men passed
Men are we, and must grieve when even the shadeOf that which once was great, is passed away.
dare ear fits passion strange
Strange fits of passion have I known:/ And I will dare to tell,/ But in the lover's ear alone,/ What once to me befell.