Quote

The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart.

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
Eye
Heart
Broods
Sleeps
Harvest
Quiet
Sleep

More quotes by William Wordsworth

Image
Not Chaos, not the darkest pit of lowest Erebus, nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out by help of dreams - can breed such fear and awe as fall upon us often when we look into our Minds, into the Mind of Man.
William Wordsworth
Image
Before us lay a painful road, And guidance have I sought in duteous love From Wisdom's heavenly Father. Hence hath flowed Patience, with trust that, whatsoe'er the way Each takes in this high matter, all may move Cheered with the prospect of a brighter day.
William Wordsworth
Image
But who shall parcel out His intellect by geometric rules, Split like a province into round and square?
William Wordsworth
Image
'T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower, And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.
William Wordsworth
Image
Like an army defeated The snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill The Ploughboy is whooping — anon — anon! There's joy in the mountains: There's life in the fountains Small clouds are sailing, Blue sky prevailing The rain is over and gone.
William Wordsworth
Image
The sightless Milton, with his hair Around his placid temples curled And Shakespeare at his side,-a freight, If clay could think and mind were weight, For him who bore the world!
William Wordsworth
Image
The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
William Wordsworth
Image
For all things are less dreadful than they seem.
William Wordsworth
Image
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
William Wordsworth
Image
Babylon, Learned and wise, hath perished utterly, Nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh That would lament her.
William Wordsworth
Image
Nature's old felicities.
William Wordsworth
Image
A cheerful life is what the Muses love. A soaring spirit is their prime delight.
William Wordsworth
Image
May books and nature be their early joy!
William Wordsworth
Image
The world is too much with us late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.
William Wordsworth
Image
Pleasures newly found are sweet When they lie about our feet.
William Wordsworth
Image
How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.
William Wordsworth
Image
Truth takes no account of centuries.
William Wordsworth
Image
Mark the babe not long accustomed to this breathing world One that hath barely learned to shape a smile, though yet irrational of soul, to grasp with tiny finger - to let fall a tear And, as the heavy cloud of sleep dissolves, To stretch his limbs, becoming, as might seem. The outward functions of intelligent man.
William Wordsworth
Image
Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face.
William Wordsworth
Image
Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream.
William Wordsworth