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
draws feels life lightly simple
A simple child,That lightly draws its breath,And feels its life in every limb,What should it know of death?
moments noisy thy
O Silence! are Man's noisy yearsNo more than moments of thy life?
bright creature daily food human simple smiles tears transient
A Creature not too bright or good, For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears and smiles
bald huge seen stone top
As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie/ Couched on the bald top of an eminence.
minds
Minds that have nothing to conferFind little to perceive.
hath known lives
There's not a manThat lives who hath not known his god-like hours.
phantom
She was a phantom of delightWhen first she gleamed upon my sight.
fever hung
The fretful stirUnprofitable, and the fever of the worldHave hung upon the beatings of my heart.
gods
The gods approveThe depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.
claimed gifts shall stray whoever
In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
reflection peer-pressure habit
Habit rules the unreflecting herd.
cattle feeding forty heads
The cattle are grazing,Their heads never raising;There are forty feeding like one!
ancient beneath coming deem dim distant drink felt fleeting ghostly kindred language listening mind moods night notes obscure possible purer visionary
. . . I would stand, If the night blackened with a coming storm, Beneath some rock, listening to notes that are The ghostly language of the ancient earth, Or make their dim abode in distant winds. Thence did I drink the visionary power; And deem not profitless those fleeting moods Of shadowy exultation: not for this, That they are kindred to our purer mind And intellectual life; but that the soul, Remembering how she felt, but what she felt Remembering not, retains an obscure sense Of possible sublimity. . . .
ancient coming deem dim distant drink fleeting ghostly kindred language listening night notes obscure possible purer visionary
. . . I would stand,If the night blackened with a coming storm,Beneath some rock, listening to notes that areThe ghostly language of the ancient earth,Or make their dim abode in distant winds.Thence did I drink the visionary power;And deem not profitless those fleeting moodsOf shadowy exultation: not for this,That they are kindred to our purer mindAnd intellectual life; but that the soul,Remembering how she felt, but what she feltRemembering not, retains an obscure senseOf possible sublimity. . . .