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
almighty bow heads thy
We bow our heads before Thee, and we laudAnd magnify thy name, Almighty God!
age-and-aging beautiful foolish happy nature
With Nature never do they wageA foolish strife; they seeA happy youth, and their old ageIs beautiful and free.
greater
We feel that we are greater than we know.
art darling invisible thou
Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring!Even yet thou art to meNo bird, but an invisible thing,A voice, a mystery. . . .
dim nights passed three words
Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on,Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.
marble mind newton prism seas silent statue strange
Where the statue stood/ Of Newton with his prism and silent face,/ The marble index of a mind for ever/ Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone.
land lies ship
Where lies the land to which yon ship must go?
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.
rock sand sun
Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf/ Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself.
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!
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!
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.