Quotes
Quotes - Wordsworth
Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark.
When his veering gait
And every motion of his starry train
Seem governed by a strain
Of music, audible to him alone.
Alas! how little can a moment show
Of an eye where feeling plays
In ten thousand dewy rays:
A face o'er which a thousand shadows go!
Stern Winter loves a dirge-like sound.
The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift,
That no philosophy can lift.
Nature's old felicities.
Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower
Near the lark's nest, and in their natural hour
Have passed away; less happy than the one
That by the unwilling ploughshare died to prove
The tender charm of poetry and love.
Small service is true service while it lasts.
Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one:
The daisy, by the shadow that it casts,
Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.
Since every mortal power of Coleridge
Was frozen at its marvellous source,
The rapt one, of the godlike forehead,
The heaven-eyed creature sleeps in earth:
And Lamb, the frolic and the gentle,
Has vanished from his lonely hearth.
How fast has brother followed brother,
From sunshine to the sunless land!
Those old credulities, to Nature dear,
Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock
Of history?
How does the meadow-flower its bloom unfold?
Because the lovely little flower is free
Down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
Minds that have nothing to confer
Find little to perceive.
The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present to live better in the future.
Thought and theory must precede all salutary action; yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.
Wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising: There are forty feeding like one!
I look for ghosts; but none will force Their way to me; 'tis falsely said That even there was intercourse Between the living and the dead.
Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.
A famous man is Robin Hood The English ballad-singer's joy.
And when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The Thing became a trumpet; whence he blew Soul-animating strains--alas! too few.
Brook! whose society the poet seeks, Intent his wasted spirits to renew; And whom the curious painter doth pursue Through rocky passes, among flowery creeks, And tracks thee dancing down thy water-breaks.
In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing.
