Share
×
Inspirational Quotes
Authors
Professions
Topics
Tags
Quote
The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this.
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
Beauty
Faint
Doe
Gross
Human
Application
Humans
Excitement
Without
Violent
Must
Perception
Mind
Dignity
Capable
Stimulants
More quotes by William Wordsworth
The very flowers are sacred to the poor.
William Wordsworth
True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Whose veil is unremoved Till heart with heart in concord beats, And the lover is beloved.
William Wordsworth
It is the 1st mild day of March. Each minute sweeter than before... there is a blessing in the air.
William Wordsworth
Give all thou canst high Heaven rejects the lore of nicely-caluculated less or more.
William Wordsworth
The child is father of the man: And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
William Wordsworth
Therefore am I still a lover of the meadows and the woods, and mountains and of all that we behold from this green earth.
William Wordsworth
Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science
William Wordsworth
Stern Winter loves a dirge-like sound.
William Wordsworth
Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay, And at my casement sing, Though it should prove a farewell lay And this our parting spring. * * * * * Then, little Bird, this boon confer, Come, and my requiem sing, Nor fail to be the harbinger Of everlasting spring.
William Wordsworth
What is good for a bootless bene? With these dark words begins my tale And their meaning is, Whence can comfort spring When prayer is of no avail?
William Wordsworth
Let the moon shine on the in thy solitary walk and let the misty mountain-winds be free to blow against thee.
William Wordsworth
The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone
William Wordsworth
Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, And lilies face the March-winds in full blow, And humbler growths as moved with one desire Put on, to welcome spring, their best attire, Poor Robin is yet flowerless but how gay With his red stalks upon this sunny day!
William Wordsworth
Death is the quiet haven of us all.
William Wordsworth
In truth the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is.
William Wordsworth
Spires whose silent finger points to heaven.
William Wordsworth
Far from the world I walk, and from all care.
William Wordsworth
Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face.
William Wordsworth
Action is transitory, a step, a blow, The motion of a muscle, this way or that, 'Tis done--And in the after-vacancy, We wonder at ourselves, like men betrayed.
William Wordsworth
I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams, wherever nature led.
William Wordsworth
