Share
×
Inspirational Quotes
Authors
Professions
Topics
Tags
Quote
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.
William Wordsworth
Share
Change background
T
T
T
Change font
Original
TAGS & TOPICS
William Wordsworth
Age: 80 †
Born: 1770
Born: April 7
Died: 1850
Died: April 23
Lyricist
Poet
Cockermouth
Cumbria
Wordsworth
Powerful
Spontaneity
Feelings
Tranquility
Origin
Spontaneous
Recollected
Poet
Tranquillity
Poetry
Ballads
Emotion
Overflow
Takes
Tranquil
More quotes by William Wordsworth
Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
William Wordsworth
As generations come and go, Their arts, their customs, ebb and flow Fate, fortune, sweep strong powers away, And feeble, of themselves, decay.
William Wordsworth
But who shall parcel out His intellect by geometric rules, Split like a province into round and square?
William Wordsworth
My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.
William Wordsworth
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.
William Wordsworth
A power is passing from the earth.
William Wordsworth
A lawyer art thou? Draw not nigh! Go, carry to some fitter place The keenness of that practised eye, The hardness of that sallow face.
William Wordsworth
Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn
William Wordsworth
But to a higher mark than song can reach, Rose this pure eloquence.
William Wordsworth
And what if thou, sweet May, hast known Mishap by worm and blight If expectations newly blown Have perished in thy sight If loves and joys, while up they sprung, Were caught as in a snare Such is the lot of all the young, However bright and fair.
William Wordsworth
Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, Let them live upon their praises.
William Wordsworth
Truth takes no account of centuries.
William Wordsworth
Earth has not anything to show more fair.
William Wordsworth
On Man, on Nature, and on Human Life, Musing in solitude, I oft perceive Fair trains of images before me rise, Accompanied by feelings of delight Pure, or with no unpleasing sadness mixed.
William Wordsworth
The childhood of today is the manhood of tomorrow
William Wordsworth
And when the stream Which overflowed the soul was passed away, A consciousness remained that it had left Deposited upon the silent shore Of memory images and precious thoughts That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.
William Wordsworth
Departing summer hath assumed An aspect tenderly illumed, The gentlest look of spring That calls from yonder leafy shade Unfaded, yet prepared to fade, A timely carolling.
William Wordsworth
But hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity.
William Wordsworth
Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.
William Wordsworth
With battlements that on their restless fronts Bore stars.
William Wordsworth
