Quote

Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel To self-reproach.

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
Men
Reproach
Hear
Self
Feel
Feels

More quotes by William Wordsworth

Image
Nor will I then thy modest grace forget, Chaste Snow-drop, venturous harbinger of Spring, And pensive monitor of fleeting years!
William Wordsworth
Image
Sweetest melodies.Are those that are by distance made more sweet.
William Wordsworth
Image
Elysian beauty, melancholy grace, Brought from a pensive though a happy place.
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
The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift, That no philosophy can lift.
William Wordsworth
Image
The child shall become father to the man.
William Wordsworth
Image
One that would peep and botanize Upon his mother's grave.
William Wordsworth
Image
When his veering gait And every motion of his starry train Seem governed by a strain Of music, audible to him alone.
William Wordsworth
Image
Wild is the music of autumnal winds Amongst the faded woods.
William Wordsworth
Image
Careless of books, yet having felt the power Of Nature, by the gentle agency Of natural objects, led me on to feel For passions that were not my own, and think (At random and imperfectly indeed) On man, the heart of man, and human life.
William Wordsworth
Image
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
William Wordsworth
Image
Oft on the dappled turf at ease I sit, and play with similes, Loose type of things through all degrees.
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
One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.
William Wordsworth
Image
Write to me frequently & the longest letters possible never mind whether you have facts or no to communicate fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
William Wordsworth
Image
Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower.
William Wordsworth
Image
To be young was very heaven!
William Wordsworth
Image
A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer's joy.
William Wordsworth
Image
The tears into his eyes were brought, And thanks and praises seemed to run So fast out of his heart, I thought They never would have done. -I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning.
William Wordsworth
Image
Nature's old felicities.
William Wordsworth