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
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. . . .
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.
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.
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.
grieve men passed
Men are we, and must grieve when even the shadeOf that which once was great, is passed away.
nearer oft soar stoop wisdom
Wisdom is oft times nearer when we stoop than when we soar
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.
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.