Share
×
Inspirational Quotes
Authors
Professions
Topics
Tags
Quote
[Mathematics] is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.
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
Math
Mathematics
Intelligence
Independent
Created
Pure
World
Mathematician
Mathematical
More quotes by William Wordsworth
The light that never was, on sea or land The consecration, and the Poet's dream.
William Wordsworth
We Poets in our youth begin in gladness But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.
William Wordsworth
The child is father of the man.
William Wordsworth
And through the heat of conflict keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.
William Wordsworth
The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
William Wordsworth
Stop thinking for once in your life!
William Wordsworth
The Eagle, he was lord above
William Wordsworth
Wisdom and spirit of the Universe!
William Wordsworth
No motion has she now, no force she neither hears nor sees rolled around in earth's diurnal course, with rocks, and stones, and trees.
William Wordsworth
Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
William Wordsworth
The primal duties shine aloft, like stars The charities that soothe, and heal, and bless, Are scattered at the feet of Man, like flowers.
William Wordsworth
With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
William Wordsworth
There's something in a flying horse, There's something in a huge balloon.
William Wordsworth
Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
William Wordsworth
The clouds that gather round the setting sun, Do take a sober colouring from an eye, That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.
William Wordsworth
Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm.
William Wordsworth
Rest and be thankful.
William Wordsworth
For oft, when on my couch I lie in vacant or in pensive mood they flash upon that inward eye which is the bliss of solitude
William Wordsworth
But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.
William Wordsworth
O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice?
William Wordsworth
