Quote

Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost.

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
May
Kindles
Fires
Coast
False
Losing
Fire
Lost
Shipwrecked
Others
Shipwreck

More quotes by William Wordsworth

Image
Of friends, however humble, scorn not one.
William Wordsworth
Image
He who feels contempt for any living thing hath faculties that he hath never used, and thought with him is in its infancy.
William Wordsworth
Image
We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakespeare spake the faith and morals hold Which Milton held.
William Wordsworth
Image
Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows That for oblivion take their daily birth From all the fuming vanities of earth.
William Wordsworth
Image
Every great and original writer, in proportion as he is great and original, must himself create the taste by which he is to be relished.
William Wordsworth
Image
But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
William Wordsworth
Image
Rest and be thankful.
William Wordsworth
Image
But who shall parcel out His intellect by geometric rules, Split like a province into round and square?
William Wordsworth
Image
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will Dear God! the very houses seem asleep And all that mighty heart is lying still!
William Wordsworth
Image
Like an army defeated the snow hath retreated.
William Wordsworth
Image
Far from the world I walk, and from all care.
William Wordsworth
Image
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting.
William Wordsworth
Image
Poetry has never brought me in enough money to buy shoestrings.
William Wordsworth
Image
What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.
William Wordsworth
Image
O dearer far than light and life are dear.
William Wordsworth
Image
my brain Worked with a dim and undetermined sense Of unknown modes of being o'er my thoughts There hung a darkness, call it solitude Or blank desertion.
William Wordsworth
Image
One that would peep and botanize Upon his mother's grave.
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
Who, doomed to go in company with Pain And Fear and Bloodshed,-miserable train!- Turns his necessity to glorious gain.
William Wordsworth
Image
Come, blessed barrier between day and day, Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!
William Wordsworth