Quote

one daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.

William Wordsworth

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

William Wordsworth
Age: 80 †
Born: 1770
Born: April 7
Died: 1850
Died: April 23
Lyricist
Poet
Cockermouth
Cumbria
Wordsworth
Daffodil
Pleasures
Worth
Thousand
Pleasure
Nature

More quotes by William Wordsworth

Image
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
William Wordsworth
Image
A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
William Wordsworth
Image
Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.
William Wordsworth
Image
The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
William Wordsworth
Image
Great God! I'd rather be a Pagan.
William Wordsworth
Image
Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower.
William Wordsworth
Image
Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
William Wordsworth
Image
That blessed mood in which the burthen of the mystery, in which the heavy and the weary weight of all this unintelligible world is lightened.
William Wordsworth
Image
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream.
William Wordsworth
Image
We bow our heads before Thee, and we laud, And magnify thy name Almighty God! But man is thy most awful instrument, In working out a pure intent.
William Wordsworth
Image
We Poets in our youth begin in gladness But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.
William Wordsworth
Image
Let the moon shine on the in thy solitary walk and let the misty mountain-winds be free to blow against thee.
William Wordsworth
Image
Bright was the summer's noon when quickening steps Followed each other till a dreary moor Was crossed, a bare ridge clomb, upon whose top Standing alone, as from a rampart's edge, I overlooked the bed of Windermere, Like a vast river, stretching in the sun.
William Wordsworth
Image
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!
William Wordsworth
Image
Up! up! my friend, and quit your books, Or surely you 'll grow double! Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks! Why all this toil and trouble?
William Wordsworth
Image
Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet
William Wordsworth
Image
Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep/ Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind.
William Wordsworth
Image
the Mind of Man-- My haunt, and the main region of my song.
William Wordsworth
Image
Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive But to be young was very heaven.
William Wordsworth
Image
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.
William Wordsworth